Welcome to the beginning of the Skyclawer Chronicles, in which your author randomly wrecked herself by thinking about how Vader never got a chance to feel sunlight for twenty plus years or even to touch his children, and decided that naturally the only way to fix that was to write an absolutely ridiculous story in which Vader is somehow REINCARNATED AS A CAT after Endor, and now he's secretly just Luke's weird angry cat with superpowers.
They're gonna go on epic adventures together! In the Legends timeline, because that's the best one, of course.
Vader was waking up after a lovely cat nap in a patch of sunlight, and he stretched out his back, quietly rumbling a soft purr of satisfaction. Golden rays of sunlight were beaming through the transparisteel window of Luke's Coruscant apartment, and the angle of the sun told him that it was late afternoon; he'd been asleep for a few hours.
He'd missed sunlight, during his years in the armor, and despite the glut of it available now, he always felt a bit of gratitude when the warmth of the sun touched upon his new body.
This was all very nice. Much nicer than he deserved, all told.
Except he was starting to get hungry, and Luke wasn't home yet. That wasn't nice at all, and in fact had the potential to become a disaster.
More at the link.
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