“All right, well, I don’t know if you can do this, but I should do the thing that definitely would get me on her good side,” Jon said.
Sarah came home cursing her stupid decision, she should have just taken the damn rock with her to school after all. She wanted to keep it absolutely safe and didn’t want to risk losing it, but of course Jon would escape with it, and then with the help of that Karyn bitch would have some horrible revenge on her. Honestly she didn’t really mind the idea of Jon escaping, she had become a bit more contrite on how severe it was what she had inflicted on him, but his escape also meant losing the rock and then the inevitable vengeance on top of that.
She got to her house and at least from a distance it looked intact. She got closer and still nothing looked horribly wrong. She opened the front door and Jon wasn’t right there to meet her but that didn’t prove she escaped.
“Hello? Is anyone here? Jon? … what?”
A tuxedo cat was walking toward her.
“How did you get in here?” She said, though she dreaded the answer was that Jon had gotten out the back door or broken a window with the rock in her mouth and that was how the kitty had gotten in.
The cat purred as he headbutted Sarah’s left shin.
“Well aren’t you a good kitty. Oh wow, you look so much like a kitty I used to know, and loved so much. I’d almost say you look just like him.”
“That’s because he is him,” a strange but feminine voice said behind Sarah. Sarah’s heart beating so hard she felt like she was dying, she slowly turned around, and there was Jon, the vixen.
“Jon?” Sarah quietly said in terror. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, whatever you’re about to do to me, please don’t, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Sarah cried, her arms held up as if to shield her from something that could be blocked.
“Calm down Sarah, I thought you’d be happy that I brought your beloved cat back to life.”
“But, but…” Sarah stuttered in fear, trying to make sense of the scenario. Jon was talking, but was still a fox, and must have the rock.
“You’re afraid I did something else, but I didn’t. I have kept my promise. For the next month I am your loyal pet female red fox. I didn’t get anyone else involved, I didn’t leave, I didn’t even hide the stone. I could have, but I didn’t. The only thing I did was wish your kitty back to life with all his memories until the moment he died, and wish for him to have a young and healthy body right at the end of kittenhood that would live as long as you do.”
“But… but you can talk.”
“I could talk the whole time Sarah. I never stopped being able to talk when you turned me into a fox.”
“… oh.”
“Oh,” Jon said back.
“You could, have changed back, probably, you could have wished for anything, you could have done whatever you wanted to me.”
“But I didn’t, and I won’t.”
“But why? After what I did to you, you could have done whatever you wanted to me as revenge.”
“You scared me at first, acting the way that you did, but you’ve been pretty nice to me. Revenge for what? I’m not going to do anything severe to you for something so minor.”
“It’s much less minor than accidentally seeing me partially naked when trying to get back the magic rock I stole from you.”
“And only because you were the one exposing yourself because you were the one being perverted and I certainly didn’t ask you to do that.”
“Shut up,” Sarah said, crying as she held her cat like a baby in her arms.
“So I thought I would do something nice for you,” Jon continued.
Sarah was full-on bawling at this point, hugging her cat, who was thinking of trying to get out of her arms at this point. He didn’t know why his human was acting this way, but from his perspective it was the second time this day. She had brought him to the vet, with him very very sick and feeling very crummy, and she was crying and very upset and then he drifted off all of a sudden and then he was back at home in front of this huge strange-looking orange cat with a huge bushy tail who spoke comfortingly like a human and was kind to him even though he hissed at her at first, and now once again his human was emotionally losing it.
“I guess that means you’re going to take away my ability to talk now,” Jon said, rather certain that she wouldn’t, but wanting to guilt her a bit to seal the deal.
Sarah gently put Mr. Katt on the ground again and uncontrollably cried, kneeling on the floor. Mr. Katt rested his little head on her right thigh, and Jon leaned against her left side, and Sarah stroked their furry heads with her right and left hands as she cried.
