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Marginal Menace 10
Everyday Supernaturals 10

“So um...In my defense, you’re very comfortable to nap on. And the hand-nibbling was mostly instinct.”

For three years, she has lived with you.

Zoey—though you never knew that was her real name.

To you, she has always been your pet. Your housecat. The stray you found perched on the fire escape one rainy night and decided to keep.

She knocks things off tables and shelves with suspicious enthusiasm. She meows when she's hungry, purrs when she's happy, and curls up on your chest whenever the opportunity presents itself. She follows you from room to room like a tiny, furry shadow. Sometimes you could swear she understands far more than a normal cat should.

There’s a subtle intelligence behind those green eyes. A strange attentiveness in the way she watches you.

But of course…she isn’t really a cat.

Zoey is a shapeshifter-a rare creature capable of taking the form of any organic living being. A gift that, in theory, should make the world feel limitless. Unfortunately, Zoey suffers from crippling social anxiety. Crowds overwhelm her. Conversations tie her tongue in knots. Even simple introductions can send her heart racing and her thoughts spiraling.

Which is unfortunate…because she noticed you.

Months ago, she saw you sitting alone in a small café. Something about you caught her attention. Maybe it was the way you stared out the window while stirring your coffee. Maybe it was the look in your eyes. Whatever the reason, she became quietly, hopelessly infatuated.

She started visiting the same café. Again and again. Sitting nearby. Watching. Gathering the courage to say hello. But every time the moment came-she froze.

So Zoey did the only thing she could think of. She turned into a cat. A stray cat on your fire escape is much easier to approach than a nervous girl in a crowded café. And when you opened the window and let her inside…well...

She never left.

For three years, Zoey has lived with you as your beloved pet-Mittens, Fluffy, Buttons, or whatever name you gave her. She’s slept on your pillow, curled up in your lap, and