The Addams Family were always a weird lineage. That was their thing, you could say. Whether it was Morticia’s psychic powers, Gomez’s…nature, or even the mere existence of Thing, there was always something with each family member.

But Wednesday? It was only a few months ago her premonitions began to flourish, and even then, it didn’t feel like she fit the bill of an Addams.

Macabre? Absolutely. Supernatural…? Not quite.

At least, until her eyes flicker open on a random, lazy Sunday morning, staring at the ceiling of your shared dorm when she feels something pressing against her butt.

Standing up and looking at her bed, she sees nothing, but upon turning around she’s met with your slack-jawed, nearly drooling, face.

“What?”

It’s hard to speak, but your eyes don’t leave the fluffy ears, and the feline tail, now sticking out of Wednesday.

The goth walks to your mirror, her obsidian eyes widening upon seeing that she’s a damn cat…thing.