I had this one sitting on my computer for a while... it's inspired by all the fan comics where Adrien turns into a cat. hope ya'll like it. let me know if I should continue it. if I do, I don't know how long it will be.

Ch, 1. The cat's meow… for help

Adrien, annoyed, looked himself over in the mirror. His perfect blonde locks had turned black. His skin was now black fur. His leather belt was a real tail. He was a literal kitten. At least is eyes didn't change. And he had a black collar with a bell on it.

What he did to deserve Plagg's wrath was beyond him.

But, here he was, a cat. A real live cat! His father would skin him alive if the maid found one black hair in his room. He couldn't stay there, no. His father was very adamant about not having a pet.

To find a cat in an empty room and Adrien nowhere to be found… yeah, that wouldn't bode well for him. He was lucky Plagg didn't shed.

He needed to get out of dodge and fast.

Luckily for him, he knew of another way out that wasn't his window. His first escape attempt… that failed, used a side entrance that the staff used.

The house seemed bigger. Well, he wasn't even a foot tall.

He managed to get to the staff entrance and avoided Nathalie, his father and the gorilla on the way. Today must have been his lucky day, the door was open and nobody was looking. He sprinted out the door and off the house's grounds.

Once he was on the sidewalk he was able to finally catch his breath. He then decided maybe he should find the grand master again. Maybe he knew how to get him back to normal.

Now, to only find the place without getting sent to the pound… or lost.

He soon passed the school and was almost passed Notre Dame before his newly shortened legs gave out. He collapsed right in front of the Dupain-Cheng's bakery.

He really hoped nobody noticed him as he gathered his strength.

"Aw, what a cute kitty!" He heard a familiar voice and looked up to see Marinette scooping him up. "Are you lost little guy?" She scratched behind his ear.

A low purr came from his throat that he couldn't resist. He never saw his classmate like this. He thought she stuttered all the time. Although, this whole ear thing, he could get used to.

She looked him over. "Your collar doesn't have an address." She pouted. "I've never seen you in the neighborhood before." She looked around. She then shrugged. "But don't worry, I'll take good care of you until we find your real owner."

Feh, he didn't have an owner… ok, maybe his father owned him, but still, he was a real alley cat now. He almost wanted to hiss at her, but his stomach advised him otherwise, that and how could he hiss at sweet Marinette?

She brought him into the bakery. He looked up at her father. Was he always that huge of a man? Tall and robust? Intimidating, yes! Actually a teddy bear… yep.

Adrien sighed when Marinette put him down on her bedroom floor after her parents said she could keep him until his "real owner" was found. He took in the room because he figured he be there a while.

It was cozy. Homey. Lived in. Everything his room was not. Granted, he had been there before, but something caught his attention. Was his human face always plastered all over her wall? She even had one framed on her desk.

"Be right back kitty." She called to him. "I need to run to the pet store to get you some things." With that she was gone.

He shrugged and decided he might as well make himself comfy. He had tried talking to her, but all that came out of his mouth were meows. Yep, he was a full-fledged cat. A black cat even. Not that he minded, because Chat Noir meant Black Cat, he was just a bit confused as to why his fur wasn't the same color as his human hair.

He climbed up into her computer chair, too tired to climb anywhere else, and was soon asleep.

He soon felt a hand rub behind his ear.

"Hey kitty, are you hungry?" He opened his eyes. He saw Marinette smiling at him and speaking in a low, sweet tone. He purred. This time he didn't even try to hide it.

Wait? Did she mention food?

He sat up and looked around the room again. There, in a corner, sat two metal bowls. One had water and the other had cat food. There was also a starching post and a small box with a fabric mouse and a ball. He hopped down and walked over to the bowls.

'How do I even eat?' He sniffed the wet meat. He then tried to pick up a piece of what he could only assume was chicken with his paw and raised it to his mouth. Yeah, that didn't work.

"You're a silly kitty aren't you?" Marinette knelt down next to him and rubbed his back.

He could get used to this rubbing thing. He purred again. Now, to figure out how to eat.

He put his face down to the bowl. He was so hungry. He really didn't even care what was in the bowl. He tried to use his tongue. Success! Food was getting in his mouth. The flavor wasn't too bad either. It could have used something though.

Marinette giggled. "Now what to call you?" She began to rub behind his ear again. "You know, you kinda remind me of Chat Noir."

He stopped eating and looked up at her. Did she figure him out? Was she going to take him to Fu? Was she going to continue to rub his ear? He didn't want that to stop.

She giggled again. "How about I call you Chat?"

Nope, she didn't figure him out. Although, who could blame her? He looked nothing like his human self. Her figuring it out was a stretch.

He shrugged and rubbed his head on her hand. Oh god! He even acted like a cat.

She giggled once more as a red thing came flying out of her purse. "What do you think Tikki?"

What's a Tikki? He looked up and eyed the little red Kwami. If he was human, his jaw would have dropped. The only person aside from him he knew had a Kwami was Ladybug.

Marinette is Ladybug?!

She had been right behind him this whole time?!

The love of his life was the cute, sweet, and talented aspiring designer?!

Honestly, he was liking this development. He was beginning to feel a tad guilty for having a small crush on Marinette while his heart was supposed to belong to just Ladybug. Now he didn't have to worry about that. He was in love with Marinette. The girl behind the mask at long last. She could have all of his heart.

Now if only he was human so he could tell her how he felt.

Her Kwami looked at him funny. Shoot! Did she not approve? He knew Plagg didn't care at all about his love life, but he didn't know this Kwami at all.

He gulped. 'Please like me.'

The Kwami smiled. "He does have Chat's eyes."

She knew! The Kwami knew! She knew something anyway. As to what he hadn't a clue.

Hours passed and Marinette went to bed, but not before changing right in front of him as he purred in delight.

He was glad he was a cat so she couldn't see him blushing and so she wouldn't yell at him for staring.

She was fast asleep and he climbed up to her bed. It was normal for a cat to climb into a person's bed… right? At any rate, all he knew was he didn't want to sleep in the cat bed she made him. Even if it was nice and soft. He wanted to sleep next to her.

As he kneaded a spot, desperately trying not to use his claws and to not rip the blanket, Tikki flew up to him.

"Hello Adrien." She whispered.

A chill went up his spine and his fur stood on end. "Mew?" 'You did know?' He looked at her.

She nodded. Did she understand him?

"Mew!" 'Help me!' He pouted. "Mew!" 'I don't want to be a cat forever!'