Untitled - initially posted on Tumblr as "kincats" - July 1st, 2014

For a while now I had felt more tails that weren’t quite mine. I have an extremely strong connection with my domestic cat side to the point of feeling my phantom limbs almost 100% of the time, and when I experience cameo shifts they often overlap with the existing ones. But a lot of the time now I had experienced shifts I tried to laugh off and shake myself out of them, since at times they give me discomfort, but I couldn’t. Instead of my one thin tail I had two more fluffy tails and I couldn’t go back to my normal tail for a bit, and I felt strange.

It might just be my neuroatypicality showing to think this is related but I’ve always been strangely able to “drop” ideas into others minds. I’ll be thinking, “it’d be great if someone suggested we do an art contest, since I never would say that out loud…” and someone might suggest it about a minute later. Sometimes they even look at me beforehand. This makes me a bit paranoid about people reading my mind, though… But being a Psychic type would make sense.

My ears usually perk up normally, but during the same time as these two-tailed shifts, my head felt heavier and I was almost scared that my ears would fall in front of my face (which is irrational, I know, sighs) and would brush my hair back and try to remove them, which only strangely caused pain as if someone was pulling my hair or twisting my skin.

All this caused me to think a lot; was this a joke? A trick of the senses? Was I a bakeneko? Or what on earth was this?

And then a memory, vivid and painful, struck me; I was sitting in a cave, soaking wet, and lightning forked through the sky outside. Looking down, I spotted dark blue and white fur, and in a puddle I saw a reflection of myself; a male Meowstic, eyes narrowed in anger. It was loud and overwhelming hearing the thunder, and I was angry because it was a human’s fault that I was stuck in my mountain in the first place. Later memories flashed into me but much more pale in comparison to the first, with me in the grass, catching Ledyba, and fighting opponents with my claws and tails even though my trainer had trained me for psychic combat. For some reason, I hated psychic moves. Something tells me it made me feel like a coward, battling from far away.

…There’s one other being I know that is a Meowstic. I am nervous, but perhaps one day I shall ask her about these things, and maybe about her memories and phantom limbs as well.