I woke up hoping for the best, and expecting the worst, as usual. I looked over at the other side of the bed to see how Zack was doing on this Christmas morning. this would be our first Christmas ever since he got his condition.

he looked... mostly human. his hair was still slightly off color in a way only I really notice, and his ears are pointy. he's got a few tiny cat whisker's on his face.

As I get up out of bed, I hear him rumble behind me.

"morrrin..." he sits up, still clearly tired. his tail, hidden before by the blankets, rustles up with him. it swishes back and forth behind him.

"Morning. And Merry Christmas." I say in return

"Chris...mas...!" He groggily processes what I said, til it hits him. his ears nearly jump to the top of his head in excitement. "Christmas!"

He hopes out of bed, and hurriedly rushes to get ready for festivities. I swear. sometimes he's such a child. I wonder if being a werecat made things worse in that regard. he hurriedly hops into the silly Christmas sweater he made me buy him, and rushes me to grab one too, before practically dragging me to the Christmas tree. I can tell he is trying to keep his form as human as possible, for me, but Its clearer than anything that today is going to be a mostly Cat day for him

"Here! here! Open your present!" he holds up the wrapped box with my name on it. the present is not a surprise or anything. I was there when Zack bought it for me, but his enthusiasm, and almost Cheshire grin makes me giggle as I take the box from him.

I delicately peel away the wrapping Zack rather haphazardly wrapped it in to reveal my new phone. I feign surprise, "Aww Zack, thank you."

"Zack?"

To what shouldn't have been a surprise, but sadly was, Zack was now on all fours, totally engrossed with the wrapping paper I tossed to the side.

"Zaaaaack..." I moan, clearly in jest.

Zack shoots me the most innocent cat eyes before mewling out, "sorrrrrry...."

I just chuckle at him. the rest of the presents are more like this. the floor becomes a war zone of ripped wrapping paper and emptied boxes, which Zack in his feline state thinks are the presents.

I'm just sitting on the floor, finishing setting up my new phone, when my half cat boyfriend decides to pay attention to me over the various boxes and wrappings.

"*purr*" he rubs up against me.

"hehe, how you doing?" I pet him as he makes his way into my lap.

"Good~" he meows more than says, positioning himself comfortably between my legs. his tail loops underneath one of my knees, and continues to swish back and forth in what I assume is happiness.

He looks around the room once more, "sorrrry I made such a mess, nya"

"Its fine Zack." I cup my free hand around his head, between his two big triangle ears, "You were just being you."

"*purr* sorrrrry I couldn't me more human me this meowning..."

"hehe, Its fine Zack." I shake his head a little, hoping to kick out the negative thoughts. Only I am allowed to be the hopeless negative one in this relationship!

He sadly has a point though. I was hoping we could have had a normal Christmas, like last year. but... today wasn't too bad. Yeah... I think I could live with this new normal.

"happy holidays, my silly werecat~"

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A holiday picture and a little drabble for you all as a happy holidays, and a merry TF Tuesday! See you all next year!


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