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The people voted for my "cc!gnf turned into a cat" wip, so here's what I have written for it! I'd like to write more eventually but like with all my wips, life is busy and I really don't have much free time rip

This was written a few weeks pre-face reveal and that's when it takes place

Ao3 link!

Word count: 5,002

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Dream frowns, peering through the window as he tries to figure out what he saw moving in the backyard.

He hopes it’s not a raccoon, because that’s what it looked like at first glance. Small, dark-furred, darting into the shadows underneath a bush. A raccoon wandering around during the day probably means it has rabies, right? He’s never seen a raccoon up close so he’s hoping he’s wrong. Maybe it’s, uh, a furry gator. Yeah, he can handle a gator.

He can’t help but chuckle at the memory of the one time a gator had been chilling in their pool. Sapnap had screamed and he had rushed out there, prepared to call his mom for help, but Sapnap was just standing by the door and pointing at the little gator chilling in their pool, stammering curses even though it hadn’t even twitched. Dream had just patted his shoulder and told him to swim later before turning around and going back inside.

A raccoon is much different than a gator, though. Dream frowns, wondering if he should text Sapnap. Or is he supposed to call someone to come get it and make sure it doesn’t have rabies? He’s not sure.

The bush rustles and he stiffens, staring at it with wide eyes as he waits. Several moments pass before a dark shape creeps out into the open and as soon as Dream gets a good look at it, all of the tension leaves his body.

It’s a cat. It looks nervous, all puffed up as it glances around wildly, its ears constantly twitching before flattening against its head. It takes hesitant steps forward, seeming a bit wobbly on its feet as it moves, and Dream can’t help but wonder if it’s hurt or sick. He’s never seen a cat walk like that before.

It creeps towards the pool, crouching by the edge of it and leaning forward. It keeps flinching away from the water, tail sticking out straight behind it like it’s scared it’s gonna fall in, but eventually it touches its nose to the water and tries to drink.

. . .keyword being tries. It opens and closes its mouth a few times before it finally sticks its tongue out, lapping at the water and immediately recoiling.

Ah, Dream realizes, walking over to the sliding door. Pool water probably isn’t good for cats, I should stop it.

As soon as he slides the door open, the cat scrambles backward with a startled yowl, paws slipping on the wet ground and causing it to fall over. Before Dream can even say anything, it has managed to get back on its feet and it darts away, diving underneath the bush.

“No, kitty, don’t be scared!” Dream blurts out, going still. He drops his voice into a low murmur, speaking to it like he does with Patches. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

The bush rustles and Dream grins when he sees its little head poking out from between the leaves. It stares at him with huge eyes, its ears pointing towards him, and it lets out a weak meow when he doesn’t say anything.

“Hey,” Dream coos, crouching so that he doesn’t look as big. The cat is staring at his face so intently that it’s almost unnerving. “Hey darling. Are you lost?”

The cat just stares, looking like it’s paying close attention to everything he says. It doesn’t make any moves to come closer, though, and Dream frowns a bit.

“C’mere, kitty.” He pspspses at the cat, trying to call it over, but it doesn’t budge. “What, do you want water? Are you thirsty? I can get you water.”

Its ears twitch and he takes that as a yes, standing up slowly so he doesn’t spook it before turning and heading back inside. He immediately grabs a bowl and fills it with water, then decides to bring Patches’ treat bag with him as well when he goes back outside.

The cat’s out of sight when he sits down and he sighs, hoping it didn’t run off during the minutes he was gone.

“Hey kitty,” he calls, setting the water bowl a few feet away and shaking the treat bag. “I got you some stuff.”

After a few seconds, the cat pokes its head out of the bush, ears twitching. It continues to stare at him and Dream shifts his weight, almost feeling like he should cover his face. That’s kinda creepy.

“Treats?” Dream offers. The cat doesn’t budge. “Water?”

That seems to get its attention; it blinks, taking a slow step forward, then another. When Dream stops talking, though, it freezes and starts staring at him again before letting out another quiet meow.

“Yeah,” Dream echoes. The cat takes an eager step forward, meowing more insistently, and Dream nods. “Yeah, that’s it, you can come closer.”

It pauses again, its eyes narrowing slightly as it lets out a particularly displeased-sounding meow. Dream chuckles. “What, are you too picky for tap water?”

It sits, tucking its tail over its paws as it yowls at him, and Dream tilts his head because he can’t understand why it’s suddenly so upset. It stopped moving when he stopped talking but now it’s yelling at him, so does it want him to talk or not?

“You’re so grumpy,” he lightly scolds, letting out an amused hum when a thought pops into his head. “Oh my god, this is like. . .like trying to convince George to edit.”

The cat stiffens, eyes widening, and then it lets out an excited-sounding chirp as it stands up and clumsily prances over to him. Dream practically holds his breath as it comes right up to him, loudly mrrowing as it ignores the water and just stares up at him.

“Oh my god, hi,” Dream blurts out, hands twitching before he forces them to go still. He wants to pet the cat but he’s worried about scaring it away. “You’re so cute.”

The cat’s eyes narrow and it smacks its paw against his knee, letting out a displeased sound. When Dream coos at it, it smacks him again, this time with its claws outstretched.

Dream twitches and the cat seems just as startled as he is, jerking back and hissing when its claws remain stubbornly hooked in Dream’s sweatpants. It shakes its paw, trying to pull free, and Dream slowly reaches for it when it seems like it’s not going to be able to figure it out.

“Don’t bite me,” he warns, carefully grabbing onto its paw. He fully expects for it to lash out but it stiffens, staring at him as he gently unhooks its claws from his pants. “There you go.”

It backs away from him, tail flicking as it glances around and then meows again. Dream smiles at it. “You’re so talkative. Are you lost or are you a stray? You don’t have a collar, but you don’t really look like a stray, either. Maybe you’re chipped?”

It turns away from him, sticking its face in the water bowl and then flinching, jerking back with a grumpy growl and water dripping from its muzzle.

“You really don’t know what you’re doing,” Dream says. The cat ignores him, flicking its tail and trying to drink again. It takes several attempts before it’s able to figure out how to lick the water. “You don’t look like a kitten. Why are you having so much trouble?”

Maybe it’s sick? Maybe it has some kind of, like, brain issue? Dream’s seen videos of those wobbling cats, maybe that’s what’s going on with this one?

The cat drinks a surprising amount of water, continuing to watch him out of the corner of its eye as it does so. Dream looks up at the sky and realizes that if the cat was desperate enough to drink pool water, it was probably struggling with the heat.

“Poor kitty,” he murmurs. “Is it too hot for you?”

The cat lets out a dramatic yowl, stepping around the water bowl and coming over to him. Dream makes a giddy sound when it paws at his hand. “Can I pet you?”

It stands still and lets him run a hand down its back. It’s very soft and it seems clean, which makes him hesitant to believe it’s a stray. It seems to be healthy, too; he’s glad to know he doesn’t have to worry about it being starved.

“I’ve gotta find out who your owners are,” he decides, scratching behind its ears. It doesn’t pull away but it seems hesitant to lean into the touch. “They must be missing you. Hmm, I wonder. . .”

He leans to the side, glancing and then nodding his head. “Okay, yeah, you’re a boy. I wonder why you aren’t neutered, though. Maybe you are a stray?”

The cat darts away from his hand, letting out a strangled yowl as it flattens itself against the ground and stares up at him. Dream frowns, confused by the sudden reaction. Maybe its ear hurts and it didn’t like him petting it there?

“Sorry,” he murmurs, holding his hand out. It shows off its teeth, making very odd grumbling sounds as it scowls at him. “Um. Do you want a treat?”

He reaches into Patches’ treat bag, pulling out a handful and offering them to the cat. It sniffs them but doesn’t seem too interested so he puts them back in the bag.

“Well, these are good treats, so you must not be hungry,” Dream decides. He slowly stands up, pulling his phone out of his pocket to take a picture of it. “Maybe you aren’t lost, then. Go on, go home.”

The cat blinks at him. When Dream picks up the water bowl and leaves, it follows him, nearly tripping him as it hurries to keep up.

“Careful.” Dream uses his foot to carefully nudge the cat away and it jerks back like it was kicked. “No, no, you can’t come inside. I have a kitty already.”

He opens the door, distracted with trying to hold onto the bowl, and the cat takes its chance and darts inside before he can do anything to stop it.

“Shit!” He yelps, scrambling to close the door and set the bowl down before hurrying after the cat. “No, get back here, you can’t be inside!”

It ignores him, glancing around wildly before turning and sprinting up the stairs, slipping a few times as it hurries to climb. Dream follows, nearly managing to grab it, but it ducks out of the way just in time.

When it reaches the hallway it falters, gaze darting between the bedroom doors, and Dream hurries to scoop it up. It screams like it’s being murdered and when Dream flinches, it manages to wriggle free, clumsily landing on the ground and screeching again.

Sapnap’s door opens and he pokes his head out, his brows furrowed. “Dude, what are you doing-”

The cat charges forward, weaving its way between Sapnap’s legs and hiding behind him. Sapnap blurts out a startled curse, stumbling backward and nearly tripping over it, and it glances at Dream before ducking behind Sapnap again.

“What the hell?” Sapnap squawks, staring down at it. “What’s going on?”

“It was outside and it slipped inside,” Dream explains, leaning against the wall as he tries to catch his breath. “I’m not sure if it’s a stray or a pet.”

“It’s kinda cute,” Sapnap says. The cat narrows its eyes. “I like the white markings by its eyes. Makes it look so startled.”

“I know, but it can’t stay here.” Dream tries to grab the cat but it dodges his hands, curling itself around Sapnap’s leg and letting out a plaintive meow. “It might not get along with Patches, especially since it’s not neutered.”

Sapnap hums, trying to step away from the cat, but it stands up on its hind legs and clings to him with its paws. “It’s hugging me.”

“C’mere.” Dream picks it up and it lets out a loud wail, squirming in his grasp. “Nope, sorry. you’ve gotta go outside.”

The cat continues to shriek as he walks downstairs, grimacing as he tries not to let it scream directly in his ear. He can hear Sapnap following behind him and when he glances over his shoulder, he isn’t surprised to see that Sapnap has his phone out and is recording the whole thing.

“Send that to me,” Dream says, using his foot to open the door.

Sapnap scoffs, lowering his phone. “Not until I’ve sent it to George first. I know you just wanna be the one who makes him laugh, but it’s my video and I want the credit for it.”

“Oh come on, I’m the one who's having to deal with-” Dream tries to set the cat down but it grabs onto his shirt with its claws, letting out a pathetic whine. “-this dumb cat. Let go.”

He starts to free its claws and the cat hisses, grabbing onto his shirt with its teeth. Dream shoots a pleading gaze in Sapnap’s direction. “Help.”

Sapnap cackles but tucks his phone into his pocket and comes over, helping to untangle the cat from Dream’s shirt. It continues to let out the most heartbreaking noises the whole time, trying to hold onto him, but they manage to free him and set it on the ground.

It immediately scurries over to Sapnap, twining around his legs and staring up at him with wide eyes. Sapnap swallows, forcing his gaze away from it. “Can we-”

“It stays outside.” Dream crosses his arms, trying to be tough even though he feels like his heart is melting with each cry the cat lets out. “Sorry, kitty, but Patches comes first. Um. We could leave out food and water for it, though.”

Sapnap nods, ducking inside, and Dream holds onto the cat to keep it from following. The cat huffs, flopping onto the ground and doing a rather convincing impression of being dead.

When Sapnap returns he nearly trips over it; Dream has to lunge forward to catch the bowl of cat food before it hits the ground.

“Sorry,” Sapnap mutters, setting the water bowl down. The cat ignores both bowls. “Uh, is it okay?”

“It’s just being dramatic.” Dream reaches for it, slowly petting its side, and the cat mrrows and doesn’t pull away. “You’re probably used to people giving you food if you act pathetic, huh?”

The cat tilts its head, squinting up at him. When Dream pulls his hand away it makes an upset sound, rolling over to flop on top of his feet.

“You’re really determined.” Dream reluctantly moves away from it. “Sap, c’mon, we should leave it alone for now. It’ll probably head back home.”

“But what if it is lost?” Sapnap asks, looking worried. “Shouldn’t we, like, take it to the vet and check for a chip?”

Dream shrugs. “It’s clearly not very hungry, so I doubt it’s lost. I do wish the owners put a collar on it, though. If we see it hanging around, we could take it to the vet to check, but I don’t think that’s necessary.”

When Sapnap heads inside, Dream follows him, using his foot to push the cat back because it instantly springs to its feet and tries to join them. It sits outside the door, yowling loudly and pressing its paws against the glass, and Dream reluctantly heads upstairs in the hopes that it’ll give up and go home.

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The cat does not go away. Dream only realizes this when he starts making dinner and he hears a muffled cry coming from outside.

Dream steps away from the stove, peering through the glass door and quickly spotting the cat crouched behind a flowerpot. It trots over to the door when it notices him, bonking its face against the glass and letting out a displeased sound.

“Oh my god,” Dream mutters, unable to keep from grinning. “You really are determined. Have you really been out here all day?”

It paws at the door, staring up at him with huge pleading eyes, and he forces himself to turn away and go back to cooking before it manages to convince him overwise.

Several minutes later, he hears a distant roll of thunder, echoed by a screech from the cat. He sighs, shaking his head. Now will it go home?

He finishes dinner, moving it off the hot burner and scooping a bowl of pasta for himself, sending Sapnap a text to let him know to come down when he’s hungry. It’s raining now and Dream glances at his phone, hoping that the internet’s still working.

It is, good. He can’t wait until they move into the “Dream Team House,” but it’ll be a few weeks until George’s visa is finalized and he can fly over here. Once the internet is set up there, though, it’ll be much more consistent than it is here.

Dream picks up his bowl, preparing to carry it up to his room so he can join a call with George and work on some editing during dinner, but he catches movement out of the corner of his eye and glances towards the door.

The cat is still there, leaning against the glass door and letting out a weak meow when it realizes he’s looking at it. The poor cat’s soaking wet and Dream sets his bowl down on the counter, coming over.

“Kitty,” he murmurs, crouching by the door. “Wha- why are you sitting in the rain? You’re gonna get sick. At least hide under the bush or something.”

It slowly blinks at him. Dream sighs, running a hand through his hair, knowing he’s about to make a decision he’s probably gonna regret.

“Don’t move, I’m just gonna grab a towel.” Dream hurries to the hall closet, grabbing one of their pool towels at random and quickly returning to the door. “Good, you’re still here.”

He slides the door open and the cat trips over its own paws as it scrambles to get inside. Dream immediately scoops it up, bundling it up with the towel so that it doesn’t drip water everywhere, and surprisingly enough it doesn’t complain. It just blinks at him, allowing him to wrap it up like a burrito.

He’s not sure where Patches is; she’s probably hiding in one of the bedrooms, but he has no idea which one. If she’s in his room, he’ll give the cat to Sapnap, and if she’s in Sapnap’s room he’ll just keep this cat in his room for now.

“You have to behave,” Dream mumbles, using his free hand to grab his bowl of food. The cat’s nose twitches. “And you’re only staying during the storm, I’m putting you back outside after.”

Its ears flick and then it squints, almost like it’s trying to concentrate. A few seconds later it starts letting out the most broken purr he’s ever heard from a cat before.

Dream chokes on a wheeze, fighting the urge to kiss the top of its head. It narrows its eyes at him and keeps purring, sounding like a car engine that’s filled with gravel and it keeps shutting off before restarting.

“Okay, fine, you’re cute,” Dream admits, opening his bedroom door and then shutting it behind him. There’s no sign of Patches so he sets the cat down, putting his bowl on his desk. “Now let me dry you off.”

The cat mrrps, crouching and trying to jump onto his bed, but it doesn’t jump high enough and it ends up tumbling back to the ground. Dream drapes the towel over it again, doing his best to dry its fur off even though it squirms and complains.

Once he’s done drying it off, it returns to his bed, jumping again. It takes several tries before it finally seems to figure out how to make its back legs work and once it gets up there it prances in a circle, managing to look incredibly proud of itself.

“Just don’t lie down on my pillow,” Dream warns. The cat makes eye contact with him and taps his pillow with a paw. “C’mon, don’t. You might have, like, fleas or something.”

The cat hisses, taking a seat on his pillow, and Dream gives up and sits in his chair. “Fine, whatever, be that way.”

He opens Discord, frowning when he sees that George still hasn’t responded to the cat picture he sent or the cat video Sapnap sent in the group chat. It’s odd because normally George always makes jokes about taking screenshots whenever they send a video that has Dream partially visible in it.

Can we call? Dream messages, sending a picture of his bowl. I’m eating dinner, we could watch our show.

No response. He hums, opening Twitter just to check if George has made any tweets today, but he’s been inactive like usual.

I might have done something I shouldn’t have, Dream sends after a few minutes, hoping to bait George into responding. Don’t tell Sapnap lol

He waits, but still no response, so he sighs and turns off his phone. George must be asleep.

A blur of motion and a thump startle him into nearly jumping out of his chair; he twists around, confused, and only realizes what happened when he hears a grumpy yowl coming from the floor.

"Were you trying to get on my desk?" Dream asks. The cat just blinks up at him like it's silently daring him to make fun of it. "You're so clumsy."

It hisses, crouching, and this time when it leaps it grabs onto his legs as it frantically tries to climb him like a tree. He yelps, grabbing onto it, and he once again has to untangle its claws from his sweatpants as it grumbles and flails around.

"Don't make me drop you," he warns. The cat goes limp, its legs dangling as its tail lashes back and forth. "Here, you wanna get on my desk?"

He sets it on his desk, chuckling as it wobbles before regaining its balance. It stands there for a long moment, looking a bit disoriented, but it turns to face him once he sits back down in his chair.

The way it stares at him is honestly a little bit unnerving, like it's actually studying his face. It leans a bit closer, making a few odd sounds as its nose twitches.

"Hello," Dream murmurs, his voice going soft. Its nose nearly bumps against his chin as it delicately sniffs him. "Can you smell Patches?"

It chirps, leaning forward as it tightly grips the edge of the desk with its paws in an attempt to keep its balance. Its nose finally touches his cheek and he coos, gently brushing his fingers along its spine.

The cat meows, tilting its head so it can rub its cheek against his face, but it finally loses its balance and tumbles into his lap with an undignified screech.

"Oh my god." Dream grabs onto it before it can fall all the way to the floor, holding it close to his chest. "You're living proof that cats don't always land on their feet."

It hisses, kicking its legs until he lets it jump free. It clumsily jumps from his lap to the desk, pacing back and forth for a minute as it stares at the empty desktop.

Discord pings and Dream quickly opens it, checking his messages, but it's not from George. He sighs, not bothering to respond even though he has dozens of messages that he probably should be answering.

"He doesn't usually go offline for this long," Dream explains to the cat, switching over to his messages with George. "Especially not now. He'll be here in less than a month, we have stuff to plan."

The cat lets out a garbled sound, ducking under his arms so it can step onto the keyboard. Dream shakes his head, gently pushing it to the side. "No, kitty."

It doesn't stop, insistent, so he scoops it up and sets it down on the floor. It lets out an indignant yowl before crawling between his legs, heading underneath his desk.

Dream frowns, leaning to the side so he can see what it's doing. "You- hey. Don't chew on my power cables."

The cat hisses, opening its mouth to chomp down; Dream grabs onto it and pulls it out from under there before it can do anything.

"You little shit," he scolds, trying to hold it in his lap. It bites his hand and squirms free, clambering back onto the desk. "Ow! That hurt, I really hope you have your fucking rabies shot."

It ignores him, studying the keyboard for a moment before stretching a paw out and pressing it down. Several letters appear on the screen at once and it lets out a grumpy sound, smacking the keyboard a few more times with its paw.

"What are you doing?" Dream asks, trying to pet it, but it dodges away from his hands. "Do you like the sound the keyboard makes?"

It nudges the mouse with its nose, narrowing its eyes and lashing out with a paw when it has a bit of trouble doing that. It returns to his keyboard, slowly pushing down on the keys, and this time it doesn't stop until Dream picks it up again.

"You're cute." It wriggles, loudly hissing at him. "It's like you're actually trying to type. Your paws are just a bit too clumsy for that, it seems, but maybe you'll figure it out one day."

He puts it on the bed and it rears up on its hind legs, meowing at him. He shakes his head. "No, you can't play with the keyboard, you'll break something."

It crouches, jumping back onto the desk, this time managing to do it without falling over. It eyes the keyboard but seems to give up, turning its attention to his bowl of food instead.

"Hey, that's mine-" It lets out a desperate whine, hunching its shoulders as it crouches over his bowl, and Dream falters for a second. "You wouldn't eat the food we gave you earlier, there's no way you're this hungry."

It clumsily tries to grab another bite of food and Dream sighs, picking the cat up again. It lets out a pathetic noise and Dream gently shushes it, holding it close to his chest. "You can't have pasta. And look, you've probably gotten cat hair in my dinner, I can't eat that now."

The cat blinks up at him, letting its broken little purr rumble in its chest. Dream uses a thumb to wipe the pasta sauce off its chin.

"Okay, okay." He stands up, carrying the cat out of the bedroom. "Let's get you something to eat."

It remains perfectly calm as he carries it, its ears twitching slightly as it studies their surroundings. He takes it downstairs to the kitchen, opening the pantry as he pulls out a can of cat food.

"We're moving in, like, three weeks. That's why it's kinda a mess," he explains, even though it's not like the cat needs to know this. It squirms and he sets it down on the counter next to the can of food, turning to search for a bowl. "But-"

The can clatters to the floor. He turns, frowning at the cat who is sitting innocently on the counter. "I saw that outstretched paw, you jerk."

It blinks at him. He picks up the can, putting it back on the counter, but the cat just knocks it over again.

"I know you're hungry, I'm trying to feed you." He opens the can, pouring it into the bowl. The cat blinks down at it before staring up at him with mournful eyes. "Seriously? No. Eat the food."

It sniffs the bowl and then gags, turning its face away. Dream rolls his eyes. "If this is good enough for Patches, it's good enough for you. Go on, eat."

The cat squints at the bowl, its tail flicking back and forth. When it tilts its head to peer up at him, he shakes his head, refusing to give in. "I guess you're not hungry."

It lets out a weak sound and flops over on its side, ignoring him. He frowns, not sure if he should be worried or if it's just being dramatic.

"What?" It lets out a noise that almost sounds pained, its eyes slipping shut. ". . .oh my god. Can you not eat the cat food? Are you sick?"

He gently runs his hand down the cat's side, but its belly doesn't feel swollen and it doesn't complain about him touching it there. His hands twitch as he pulls open the fridge, searching for something else to offer the cat.

There's a bag of shredded chicken and he grabs it, holding out a piece. The cat scarfs it down, eagerly licking its lips before sniffing his hand for more.

"You brat," Dream realizes, scowling at the cat. "You tricked me."

The cat starts purring again, rolling over to show him its belly as it stares up at him with pleading eyes. He sighs, pulling another piece of chicken out of the bag.

"Dream, do you think the storm-" Sapnap's footsteps come to a halt in the doorway. "Oh come on."

"I know, I know," Dream hurries to say. "I told you it had to stay outside. But it's raining, Sapnap. I'll put the cat back out once it's drier."

"Listen, I'm not complaining, I'm just pointing out the hypocrisy." Sapnap approaches the counter and holds a hand out; the cat sniffs it. "Why are you feeding it chicken?"

"It refused to eat the cat food." Dream gives it another piece. "It seems really hungry, I wonder if it has eaten anything today."

"I dunno." Sapnap scoops the cat up and it grumbles but doesn't fight him as he cradles it in his arms. "It's such a dumb-looking cat. Not like Patches, she looks like a queen."

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Sorry for the abrupt ending! That's all I have written for now :)

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