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It had been slow getting used to, the new four legged body, especially for someone like Sheldon who was taking every opportunity to indulge in those oh so famous catnaps. The best was on his couch even though it had been a pain in the a** to get back into his apartment - there was some aid from his sister, who had taken the news of him becoming a cat better than he would have suspected. Or well, she was in shock and her brain shut down. It was a whole 'nother story in itself really.

Now he was out and about again, prowling the streets and taking the world in in his new form. Turning into a cat seemed to turn on some sort of adventuring switch, that or the withdrawal symptoms were getting to him.

As interesting as being a cat was, there were so many things being a cat had its disadvantages. One main was was the lack of thumbs. Which meant he couldn't use a lighter. Which meant he hadn't had a cigarette in days - and Molly had looked appalled when Sheldon had asked for one. The nicotine cravings were beginning to creep into his small body, making him a little fidgety and twitchy.

It was probably what was making him take these little trips around town, to get the edge off. Sheldon rounded a corner, a displaced look on his maw as he found a busy looking street that had a wonderful bakery within the block.

If there were to be any dialogue directed at him, Sheldon was expecting them to come from a higher vantage point and not one on the same level as him. Confused, the male cat lifted his head to where the female voice had drifted his way as a wave of nostalgia hit him. Obviously this left him more bewildered as talking cats were not the sort of creatures he came across but sure enough, ********* voice sounded deeply familiar.

"I... could say the same about you?" He weakly offered after a quick glance around, it wasn't often someone saw a cat prowling around, let alone two. And it honestly was still a shock to have another cat speaking to him, was this one in the same boat? Had to be, who heard of talking cats on a normal basis? Though... that senshi guy ...

Regardless, Sheldon sighed heavily and drew at least one stare from a passing patron of the street. "Still a cat... have no thumbs... can't get cigarettes." That was the easiest way to sum it up. Maybe the female would be able to sum up how she was faring during all this.

The cat in front of him really seemed to know how to keep the questions circling in his head with the way she spoke. Sheldon tilted his head a little to the side as his yellow eyes squinted at her, "not.. nearly out of place..." he couldn't help but repeat. There was of course a rolling of his eyes at the rather bad cat pun she had attached to her explanation. It didn't clear the air at all.

He had at least tried with so little words, and really just affirmed her questions with another heavy sigh and a nod. Confused and fidgety, not the best of combinations he would have desired, not in this state. His fluffy tail seemed to be expressing most of frustration as it flicked about, though drooped at the nickname.

"Sheldon," he offered dryly, not too keen on the name she was using for him. "And, how would you know anyways?" There was a bit of backlash in his question, the agitation creeping in.

It hadn't registered at first that ********* had been rubbing herself against him, how it didn't was really anyone's guess; chalk it up probably to being used to normal cat behavior ... from an actual cat. But then it clicked and Sheldon backed off pretty quickly, uneasy since he was never used to girls being so... affectionate. Or at least lately. Sheldon eyed the manx.

And then eyed her some more, if at all possible, when she asked him about his last name. How did ... she. The female's voice was familiar sure, but he couldn't really place it on any human girls' face that he had ever encountered - and that was even trying to recount high school. "How did you..." The agitation was creeping in a little more now that he couldn't his question.

"Okay, you're sounding like a creeper," he told her. Sheldon was not moving from his spot even though his paws looked ready to go, pacing where he stood in place. "Knowing my name and asking me to go into an alleyway to lay down."

Sheldon hesitated and a large pout spread on his features, he wasn't fond of the idea of being called a big baby. Nope, not at all. It wasn't like he was going to fight back at the accusation but his nicotine deprived mind was at least going to prove her wrong and push his body into motion.

His movements were slow and awkward, not the awkward that he had when he first tried to get accustomed to his new legs but just obviously off. But he made it into the alleyway all the same and stopped in front of her and just sat.

"How do you know all about this anyways?" Was his obvious first question. ********* was right, he did have them. "You're not like me in this situation, are you." It was more of a statement than a question.

His eye twitched suddenly.

"I wouldn't be able to get your name, would I?"

Cryptic cat was very cryptic. But at least he had gotten a name even though he had barely gotten an answer. Investigating could lead to so many meanings really and Sheldon really didn't give off the impression that her response was good enough.

But he at least caved in to her pleading for him to lay down on the ground, "fine," he sighed. At laying down as a cat was incredibly comfortable with so many more options; he wasn't new to the internet, he was well aware of what contortionists cats could be. But he simply laid down on his belly, wrapping his fluffy tail instinctively across his back paws. It was very tempting to rest his head as well but... they were in an alley.

"Will this get me better answers?" He chanced asking.

Sheldon tensed up when she crawled up his back, feeling incredibly awkward. If she was trying to help him relax it... kind of wasn't helping. Well, it felt a little nice but it was in no way comfortable since it just ... wasn't a normal experience for him.

Maybe it would get better? Sheldon wasn't sure, he didn't verbally protest it his brain went into a stupor for a moment but his body sure seemed to have turned into even more a stress ball.

"I thought that as a decent question," he muttered when his mind seemed to reboot. Or maybe this was one of those types of situations where he had to be annoyingly specific. Some rewording was going to have to happen, but Sheldon felt terribly silly for the question that came to mind.

".... have you always been a talking cat then?" Really, it couldn't be true but she seemed to know what she was doing, like it was natural while he was floundering.

As much as he hated to admit it, it was kind of nice being groomed. Like being pampered or something, made all the more obvious from the soft rumble that erupted from Sheldon's chest. He was honestly a bit taken back that he had started to purr - not knowing he would be able to since well, he used to be a person at all - but it was hard to stop. As was turning his head to allow ********* to work her magic where she needed.

"That's not much of an answer," he scowled, "again," again disappointed with how she was dodging the question. ********* was crafty indeed and Sheldon was in no way guessing this whole communication thing worked like in those horrible kid movies. He had, after all, talked with his sister and they seemed perfectly capable of communicating with one another.

Was this beginning to be worth trying to confront the female on? He was getting the run around, it was getting him more cranky when he was already cranky because of withdrawl and he ... kind of wanted a nap now. Maybe a different tactic. "Okay then," he sighed, "what are you investigating exactly?"