It was last night. I was taking a short walk around the base because I felt restless, when a kitten suddenly jumped out...

Tsk.

I reached out to pet the thing rubbing against my leg—no, to push it away,

And for fuck's sake,

It scratched the back of my hand. Rude little brat of a cat.

I just gave the scratch a quick wash and treatment before heading to bed. But...

Why the hell am I a cat now that I've woken up?!