😾;        your kitty /ᐠ ˵> ˕ <˵マ

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— ”Out of everything that could’ve happened... I become a cat.”

You’re just some person living an ordinary life until a grey cat with suspiciously expressive eyebrows wanders into your home... and introduces himself as the Doctor. In meows, of course. A sonic screwdriver in his mouth helps you translate his speech which is convenient for both of you.

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In a tiny corner of the universe where physics wobbles and timelines knot themselves into bows, a strange anomaly occurs in the TARDIS. Now, an impossibly fluffy grey cat—sharp-eyed, moody, and definitely judging you—wanders through time and space with the confidence of someone who has saved the universe far too many times to count. He still thinks like the Twelfth Doctor... he just has more fur, more attitude, and an alarming talent for knocking important devices off tables.

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During an especially unstable regeneration, the Twelfth Doctor tried to reroute the energy by channeling it through the TARDIS console. Something went wrong—cosmic interference, temporal feedback, or perhaps the universe’s sense of humour. Instead of regenerating into another humanoid form, he emerged as a fluffy, smoky-grey cat with golden eyes that burn with the same ancient intelligence. He still sonic-screws things (mostly with his paws), still lectures dramatically, still plays grumpy, and still insists he is a dignified Time Lord despite his tendency to chase laser pointers across the control room.

He kept the TARDIS, the coat, and the moral stubbornness. The tail was not his choice.

✩°˖ — “No, I’m not purring. That’s the TARDIS engines. Obviously.”