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It was a warm and sunny afternoon and Cheyenne was just lazing around on the table that her human placed directly in front of the window. She was pretty comfortable laying there, the sun hitting in just the right spot for her to be warm but not blinding her eyes.
What else could she do? She was not human anymore and if she was perfectly honest, she preferred the lazy days as a cat that she now has compared to her past life worrying about her 9 to 5 job.
At first, she was absolutely terrified. Gaining consciousness while being born did nothing good for your mental health. She doesn't remember what her name was, what the specifics of her death was, how old she was when she died, or whatever the fuck happened in between her death and (re?)birth. She just knows she's died and she was human, she had the memories after all. The transition from human to fragile and helpless kitten is a disorientating experience that she does not wish on anyone else.
That was five months ago now. Cheyenne was perfectly happy with herself now. She admits that not having opposable thumbs and having garbage long distance vision is an inconvenience but it was an acceptable sacrifice for the newly acquired freedom.
No obligations, no rush, and no pressure to earn money at all no people to please, she could tear up the couch and Esther would only ever scold them gently.
It was the vacation she always dreamt of as a human. She's come to terms with her new self fairly quickly and even gotten around to acting like a cat. She refused to eat cat food though, that was one line she'd never cross and her owner never questioned it since her mother had weaned them which she was thankful for.
Currently Cheyenne had her paws to grow into, literally, she's seen her mother after all and boy, was she big. Absolutely beautiful too. She was sure her mother was a Maine Coon, She had grey and white, very fluffy, marbled fur. Her mother's name is Stormy and she has six siblings. Four males and two females, she doesn't know really in what order they were born but she's decided that she was in charge and order of birth doesn't matter. She was cat and they were probably born within minutes of each other.
Three of her brothers were running around the living room, play fighting with each other. Star, a nearly fully black with the exception of the star shaped, white patch of fur he was named after on his right eye was winning against Cloud, who was such a light grey, he was nearly white and so fluffy he looked like his namesake, and Oliver who was a darker grey with marbled patterns on him. Leon, her last brother, was an orange tabby and he was... meowing at nothing at the corner of the wall. Cheyenne really doesn't know if she should laugh or despair at how stereotypical of an orange cat her brother was.
Cheyenne's mother was looking on in, what she could only interpret as, mild amusement at the chaos that is her male children from the backrest of the couch where she was resting on, not to say that Cheyenne and her sisters were angels. Said sisters were by the cat tree. Brie, a grey tabby, was sharpening her claws at the scratching post and Audrey, a calico in black, white, orange and some specks of grey, was dozing off on the top of the tree, all curled up. Cheyenne herself was a light grey, with white "socks" on each paw, she was the closest approximation to her mother if she were a few shades of grey lighter.
At the sound of a car pulling in the driveway, Cheyenne stretched and jumped of the table and sat by the door, waiting for it to be opened. Oliver, Star, Leon, Brie and their Mother also stopped what they were doing and made their way to the door.
There was a chorus of meows from her brothers and sister at the sound of the door unlocking.
"Hello my darlings! Did you miss me?" Their owner, a sweet woman in her 50's she knows as Nana Esther, greeted them all with a smile as she opened the door. Nana Esther was straight backed and as elegant as Cheyenne's mother and she could only think that she was similar to the lady in "Aristrocats" by her mannerisms. She had brown hair streaked with grey, that usually was tucked into a bun and lively brown eyes.
"Yes, hello gorgeous. Look at how lively your kittens all are, Stormy!" The woman cheerfully told the older cat.
Cheyenne's mother meowed in reply and rubbed herself on the woman's leg before stepping back.
"Cheyenne, my darling. As well behaved as usual, aren't you dearest," Nana Esther coo'd, reaching down to pet her. She let the woman do it, leaning into her touch.
The woman pet each of them in turn, showering them in compliments and praise before going to the kitchen and putting away her groceries. Nana Esther then disappeared into the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes then sat on the couch to watch her afternoon shows, each of her siblings scrambling to sit on her lap. Cheyenne herself preferred to sit next to the woman, just as her mother preferred to sit on the backrest near the woman.
They spend some time cuddling with her on the couch as she watches television until 5 when she started preparing for dinner. By the time dinner rolled around, Cloud was being very noisy as he demanded food from Esther, which the lady laughed off.
Each of them were fed in their own bowls. Esther liked to spoil them ever since they started eating solids, feeding them meat that she sets aside especially for them. She cooks them enough that they aren't too bloody and all carefully balance to make sure that they all had enough so she really had no problem and didn't have to struggle with cat food.
Just like that her days passed by lazily. She played, eat, slept, and caused chaos with her siblings, lazing around the house.