I am so here for the Chloe becoming a cat fic. No pressure but I would definitely read and enjoy a fic like that 😁
a lil snippet that may be edited just to test the waters… (still debating on whether or not i should stick with beca’s perspective)
“Chloe, I’m hooomeee.”
Beca throws her keys into the bowl on the little half wall as soon as she gets in the door. The apartment that she shares with Chloe in New York is small, with a combined living room, kitchen, and dining table in the same space, but at least it’s an upgrade from the cluttered one bedroom thing they had to share with Amy. They’re at the back of the first floor of their apartment building, complete with a barely maintained backyard hidden behind a glass door that constantly fogs up because of the weather and the incompatibility the material has with their heater.
It’s left slightly open, causing Beca to cautiously furrow her brows. Usually Chloe is the person responsible for making sure that it is shut, and usually she does a damn good job. It is unlike her to just leave it cracked like that. Especially with…
“Skittles??” Beca kicks off her boots, panic rapidly rising up her throat at the thought of Chloe’s (it’s Chloe’s ginger kitty, not hers, she just… feeds it. And lets it sleep in her bed sometimes) cat running out into the wild. Skittles is barely a few months old, he is not capable or smart enough to be on his own, especially in such a big and hectic and traffic reliable city like New York.
Beca drops her laptop bag onto the floor. She is just about to look around the apartment trying to find him before chasing after a ghost when she hears a meow.
“Mroww.”
Beca sighs. “Oh thank god. If Chloe found out that you were gone-“ But her relief is short lived, because not only does she have one cat blinking up at her from the living room carpet, she has… two???
Two ginger kittens that look exactly (practically) the same.
“What the hell? Where did you come from??” Beca crouches down, putting her hands on her knees. She peers closer, realizing that the one on the right is Skittles because he has the telltale dark spot on his tail whereas the one on the left doesn’t.
In fact, the one on the left has the perfect monotone shade of orange from head to toe, albeit a tad darker than Skittles’s. It also has brighter eyes, which eerily reminds Beca of the person who probably got it into the building.
“Okaayyy. This is so not cool. If Chloe wanted to have another cat in the apartment when the landlord was already hesitant over one she could have told me.”
Not Skittles releases another meow. It’s higher pitched than Skittles’s, who until then Beca hasn’t noticed isn’t moving much besides just standing.
She doesn’t get a chance to investigate further however, because Not Skittles decides to pounce. It extends its paws, grabbing hold onto the fabric of Beca’s jeans and climbing up until it is settling onto the back of Beca’s hands. It all happened so fast that one second Beca is staring at the two kittens in the middle of the carpet and the next she is just gawking at one.
Jesus, Not Skittles is fast. And has Chloe’s eyes. It’s kind of creepy how similar they are; Beca can almost feel the glare that Chloe sometimes gives when Beca is being dumb.
Or when Beca is being blind to something that Chloe is so exasperated for the thousandth time to explain…
“Wait.” Beca gasps. No, it can’t be. That is not possible, only science fiction novels has that kind of weird magicky stuff that doesn’t happen in real life-
Except. Not Skittles is meowing again, squirming its body impatiently on Beca’s hands and tapping its paws in a way desperate for Beca’s attention- except Chloe still hasn’t greeted her yet even though Beca’s been home for about five minutes, and today’s her day off, and Beca hasn’t received a call or message in hours, and the sliding glass door is open and Skittles is acting weird and why is Not Skittles looking at her like that?
“Blink twice if you are Chloe.”
Chloe does. She scrunches up her entire ginger face to do it and Beca’s heart stops when it is over.
“Oh. My. God.”
