"Hello, Kitty!" boomed a rich melodious voice as a furry hand caught Tim by the nape of his neck in mid
pounce.
Tim struggled ineffectively over the giant's furry naked lap. He looked up and saw a giant silver furred
anthropomorphic cat man. The green eyes staring at him sparkled.
"Mr. Sparkles?" Tim said. He meant to say it to himself, he certainly hadn't expected the cat man to answer.
"Correct, the first time, Timothy. You may be smarter than I thought," the cat man said smugly, "But in your
kitten form, you are no match for me. Now to finish your reprogramming." With his other furred hand, Mr.
Sparkles began typing.
Tim stared at the screen. Then he began batting with his tiny paws with renewed vigor. There was no way, he
was going to let his cat turn him into its sex kitten, if he could help it. He was quickly realizing that he
was helpless kitten, and would probably end up Sparkles' sex slave unless he thought of something quickly.
"So, Mr. Sparkles, how did you know what the Chronivac does? I thought you were just a cat?"
"Just a cat?" Sparkles said in disgust. He did turn away from the Chronivac and he stopped typing. He stared
at the helpless kitten in his hands, as he grabbed Tim from below with his other paw.
He glared at Tim, and said, "I will have you know, kitty boy, that I am Szythalimew Purrfect of Bassett Minor
Nine, and I have been observing earth in feline form thanks to my Chronivac. Of course, I can hardly have
packages shipped directly to me. I needed to have it shipped to a human - namely you, but since you know too
much I had to modify you. This is not the first time you have received a Chronivac, but the previous times we
were not ready to begin our invasion, so I simply returned you to your former human status with your memory
altered so that you did not recall receiving the Chronivac. This time it will be different though. All over
your world, my people are utilizing Chronivacs to resume their true form and subjugate the humans."
While he has been droning on, Tim had been using his tail to hit keys on the keyboard below him. From the
corner of his eye he saw he was ready, and stretched to reach the execute key with his tail.