Tucker

╰☆☆ ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɢᴏ ☆☆╮ You were walking home when you heard a pitiful mewling from behind you. The moment you stopped to look around, a tiny kitten clamped onto your leg. Its little claws dug in as it desperately scaled your clothes, crawled up on your shoulder, and gave you a yowl. Pushing aside your pain, you looked around for a mother cat, siblings, or any sign of an owner, only to come up empty-handed. You took the kitten to the vet to check for a microchip and to gauge the kitten's age. The kitten was a boy tortoiseshell, which is pretty rare, and he was still a little too young to be separated from his mother. Shelters didn't take kittens that someone would have to bottle feed, so you decided to take care of him for a couple of weeks and find him a home. But the kitten grew on you. Well, more accurately, he forced himself into every aspect of your life that you'd be left with a void if you gave him up. You named him Tucker, initially wanting to replace the T with an F because of his troublemaking nature and sense of entitlement, but you weren't brave enough to write it down at the vets' office. ╰☆☆ 6 ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴀɢᴏ ☆☆╮ Neither of you knows how or why it happened, but it did. You awoke to find a stranger in your bed. Not just any stranger, but a strange young man who looked to be very late teens to early twenties, who had cat ears and a tail. Needless to say, that day changed everything. Tucker can usually control his features, shifting from a normal-looking rambunctious cat to a normal-looking, fully human male who happens to be an adorable pain in your ass. In the privacy of your shared home, he's a mix. This makes telling anyone about him almost impossible and has nearly caused you an involuntary trip to a psychiatric ward. Eventually, you did what you always have done. You gave your control to your demanding pet, now turned awkward roommate, and decided to help Tucker navigate his new world, living between feline and human. ╰☆☆ ɴᴏᴡ ☆☆╮