Kyle's head popped up when he heard the mournful meow of his Kitty.

Kyle was in the kitchen, getting some dinner, when that sound filled the air. He got up and closed his eyes. He focused on the sound and started walking towards it.

Despite the fact that his eyes were closed, he did not hit any of the furniture. His heightened senses led him straight to where the sound was originating from and he opened his eyes.

And sighed.

In front of him, was the bookshelf.

Studying it, he listened again and his hands went straight to a box on the fourth shelf. He tilted it towards him and a tied up Kitty - with several of his underwear - tumbled out.

Kyle shook his head at the scene.

"How on Earth did you get tangled so, you stupid Kitty," Kyle complained, as he carried her to the sofa.

With expert hands, he slowly untangled the strings and finally, Kitty was free.

She sprang up, climbing up his chest and started licking his chin.

"Urgh, pffft," Kyle hissed, but Kitty was not bothered.

With one final lick on his nose, she jumped down and ran off.

Kyle held up his jockstrap that he was holding, not realising that Kitty was busy transporting the fallen underwear to another place.

His mind was filled with certain memories, for that particular jockstrap was one that he had worn during the Randall mission. He had forgotten all about it, and had thought it had been thrown away.

Seemed like Kitty the Underwear Thief had been the culprit.

Where the heck did she find it anyway??

He stared at it, and all the cat fur that was on it. It had not been one comfortable thing to wear, but it had been needed to seduce Randall even more.

Just thinking about it made him shiver as he remembered how that string would go right inbetween the crack of his butt. Man, that had been so uncomfortable.

Kyle got up, intending to throw it away and noticed that his underwear thief was nowhere to be seen again.

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Kitty was not in Heaven.

Right now, she was asleep and dreaming while hidden underneath Kyle's boxer briefs. Her little legs kicked out, as if she was agitated and in pain while whimpering slightly.

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It was painful, so painful.

It was getting so hard to breathe.

Everything was going dark.

It was so scary.

Why?

Why was this happening?

As the pain was at its worst, it suddenly stopped.

Puzzlement.

Realisation.

Despair.

Then, a voice wafted in softly as the scene flickered to something else ...

"I'm sorry …" was all that was heard until everything went black.

Darkness.

Nothing could be seen.

So dark.

Then, pain.

Yet, fear wasn't in the heart.

For one felt safe.

Despite the pain.

Darkness again.

Fear filled the heart, filled it to the brim and a sense of dread came.

Was Death coming again?

No.

I refuse to submit again!

Fight. Fight.

Finally, exhausted, slept.

In the drug-induced haze, that smell came.

That familiar smell that tugged at the heart-strings.

That smell which made the heart beat more.

Struggling, the eyes opened.

The sight that greeted the eyes hit him so deeply, he couldn't breathe.

'Kyle' he shouted, but instead of a voice, a meow came out.

It was only then, that he realised.

Kyle's face was so much bigger than he remembered. He looked down and saw a furry body. He looked at his hands and saw paws.

He wailed, and it came out as pitiful meows.

He had died and now he was reborn.

As a cat?!

How could this be?

How could the Heavens be so cruel?

Then he thought of all the things he had done in his past life and he wailed again.

Obviously, his past sins had made him unworthy of being reincarnated as a human being.

Just as he was getting more upset, he felt strong hands lifting him up. He was then placed into a rather comfortable hammock-like thingy, which had his smell.

Randall closed his eyes, calming down and snuggled deep inside.

He didn't care anymore.

It didn't matter what had happened, how it happened and why it happened.

All that mattered was that right now, he was right where he wanted to be the most.

In the arms of his beloved.

Just as he fell asleep, he felt his memories were becoming fuzzy and that his thoughts became simpler.

Soon, he even forgot that he had been a human male.

All he knew, as he fell into a deep sleep, was that this person was his.

Nothing else mattered.

Kitty's legs stopped jerking then and Kitty fell into a deep sleep.

Several hours later, Kitty opened her eyes and she looked about.

Taking one last sniff of the underwear she was on, she growled. The smell was getting weaker now, and so she needed Papa.

She stretched first, then started licking herself clean.

Her mind was a bit puzzled at first, wondering about the dream she had … a dream that she couldn't quite remember the details of.

All that she could remember was that Papa had been in it.

Kitty's head jerked up.

Papa!

Where is Papa?

She trudged along, looking for him, feeling worried and agitated.

When she found him in the bedroom, the sense of relief washed over her immediately.

Papa was on the bed, asleep.

Was it already night time?

She looked out the window and saw that indeed, it was already dark.

She jumped onto the bed, carefully making her way to Papa.

She settled herself at the crook of the armpit, putting her nose right at his neck. Kyle stirred, patted her absent-mindedly and went back to sleep.

Kitty purred, contented, her senses filled with the smell that always made her calm down.

This was her Papa.

Hers.

She was never going to let him go.