She picks you up and carries you to the kitchen, setting you on the counter while she pulls out a can of tuna and a small bowl. You growl internally at the indignity of all this. You're going to eat from a bowl. You've precious little choice in the matter, given your cat-shaped body. What's more you don't like tuna. Still you're definitely not the one in control here, this woman is. She looks over at you, brushing a lock of her raven hair from away from her deep green eyes. Eyes that speak as much mischief as does her smile. You turn your head away to survey your surroundings.
The wooden floors and the floral white pink and green floral print leads you to believe that the kitchen is very old, but well maintained, possibly having been renovated or restored by professionals. You shudder to think what may have become of the renovators. The other thing that you observe is smells. Smells that are unfamiliar to you, and yet somehow natural. Your ear pick up on small noises that you never would have heard when you were human. When you were human...the phrase fills you with the dreadful realization of what has happened. Was she lying to you when she said there was a way back? By the time you get that opportunity, will you even want it?
A metallic click sound heralds a smell that tears these musings from your mind as it touches your nose. You look to see the tuna being put into a small bowl for you to eat, but tuna has never triggered your instincts like this. The aroma of it makes you instantly hungry. So much so that it drives any thought out of your head other then to eat it. You issue two meows before you realize dimly realize that simply being this close to this wonderful food could conceivably cause your mind to surrender to the cat inside it. A look up at your mistress reveals a smile seems to indicate that that may have been what she had in mind. She places it before you without saying a word. You force yourself to sit down and reassert your human thoughts before continuing.
So it goes for the next few days...perhaps months it's hard to focus in on trivial matters like time in your condition. She continuously produces challenges at you, to bring the cat mind to the fore, and you continuously have to come up with mental tricks to keep it from disappearing, such as thinking the words to popular songs or television theme songs while you chase a ribbon that she dangles for your amusement (and probably her own). You find yourself thinking out the words to limericks and poems while eating the food she gives you.
The problem of your human/cat mind is difficult to overcome due to the fact that you can't shut it out entirely. Several instances require you to trust your catlike instincts, such as eating, knowing how much to eat, running falling, etc. Those times you do have to surrender control of your body to the cat inside your mind however briefly and it's always with a bit of effort and pondering the lyrics to the theme from "Cheers" that remind yourself that you were once human.
Thus your life falls into a strange routine of sleeping, eating, and indulging your mistress/tormentor's occasional demands for affection - which oddly enough turns out to give you points in favor of humanity as your cat-mind occasionally wants to spurn such cloying behavior until you're ready for it. It's on one of these occasions where you find yourself in the study. She is sat at a desk going of a large and dusty tome of some sort, while you sit to the sit curled in a ball and resisting your cat-like urge to place yourself in the center of the book she's trying to read. You suddenly bolt to awareness, your ears shifting back and your back arching as your tail lowers defensively. You're not entirely sure why, something just...seems wrong. She takes notice of your posture and looks around in just enough time to tumble away from her chair as a pale green ball of energy forms where she'd been seated. You're off like a shot under the sofa. She quickly makes a few gestures producing a small wall of energy that she uses as the ball bursts flooding the room with the light.
"Okay, let's just see how many pieces-oh drat." a voice says as a robed figure takes form inside the room. The man that stands among the now scattered books and pages is of average height for a human but the grey robes offer very little else in the way of description. His smell is entirely unfamiliar to you which makes you nervous. Your ears remain flattened against your skull as you hunch yourself low to the ground. You mistress, as you've taken to calling her stands up, straightening her white blouse and matching dress. She looks upon the man with a frown.
"Robes? Seriously?" she says as she crosses her arms in front of her.
"It's a classic look." the hooded figure says.
"If by classic you mean trite and overdone then I agree." she says with a skeptical frown.
"You're opinion is noted. Sadly I'm the only one who'll ever hear it. I've come to collect on a bounty" he says and slowly removes the hood from his robe, revealing a grey beard and long, unkempt head of hair. "I always collect." Your mistress snorts out a short derisive laugh and rolls her eyes.
"You may have gotten me on that first shot if you read up on magic as much as you do on your comic books." she says with the shake her head "Dying your hair grey was a nice touch, really brings the 'I'm totally a jedi for reals' look together." For answer he pushes a field of green energy towards her, causing her to counter with a pale white field of energy of her own. The two fields strike each other and press against each other, wavering in strength on either side. Despite your mistress's confidence you can see that she's only slightly more powerful then the man she's facing against.