Like, Meow? (Patreon)

Looking through a box of her mom’s old Halloween costumes in the attic, Angela comes across a pair of cat ears. She puts them on, though they feel a little loose. As she finds more pieces of the costume, her pupils narrow. Clearly this was a costume from Rosemary’s college years. Still, the fur-lined cuffs seem very appealing. She slides her arm through one of the sleeves, and her hand pokes through the black fur with longer nails than she remembered. She now realizes that the top is not simply a shirt, but is compelled to put it on anyway. She sits on the floor to slide on a pair of impossibly long stockings. Her toes somehow reach the ends. Standing up, a tail with a pink ribbon swings into her peripheral vision. Was that on the costume when she put it on? It’s so dark in the attic, or at least it was. Everything seemed so much clearer. She figured her eyes simply adjusted. She pulled a sheet off an old standing mirror to see how she looked. The dust made her sneeze so hard she could still feel a strange prickle in her cheeks. She silently admired herself, thinking nothing of how the once oversized costume clung to her, or how her hair was in a pair of bouncy blonde pigtails, or how bright green her eyes were. Instead, she snapped on the choker that remained in the costume’s box. In her head, she wanted to say something about how cute the costume was, and that she couldn’t wait to prowl the streets on Halloween. But all that came out of her mouth was, “like, meow!”

That summed it up so succinctly. She batted mindlessly at the string of the ceiling light for a few minutes before clicking it off and wandering back downstairs to take a nap.