This time I could open my eyes.

The first thing I noticed was the stench. Of my own feces.

 This was one of the only two things I didn’t want about my rebirth. Toilet training. The other was not being able to move well at the beginning. Oh and not being able to speak and consequentely sing. So I guess there were three things I didn’t like.

Using my only possibility of alerting my parents of my discomfort, I screamed. A loud wail resounded and I heard a pair of feet closing in from the right and a gasp of somebody waking up to my left.

Immediatly after the gasp came the voice of mother: „It’s alright baby I’m here!“ The next moment I wasn’t in my cot anymore, but in the arms of mother and without delay stopped wailing, to look at my mother the first time. She was a cat person. Literally. Her entire body was covered in white and black fur, like that of a siberian tiger, but she still had a human like face, a quite beautiful one at that.

I could even see a white tail swishing around in agitation behind her.

Then the footsteps reached us and with difficulty I turned my head to see, who presumably was my father. He wasn’t a cathar like mother but a human. How else would I have become a nekomata after all. But he was tall. And muscular. With short blonde hair and pale eyes, worry etched on his face as he turned to mother: „You shouldn’t be out of bed yet, lie down again I’ll take care of Shira!“

As if on cue mothers knees weakened, we both fell and would have hit the ground hadn’t father leaped forward to catch us. He carefully lifted us up and laid her down on the double bed keeping me cradled in his arms.

„You have to be more careful Sheila, you’ll only hurt yourself and our daughter“ father reprimanded her.

„Yea, yea we’ll be fine you big worrywart, go and change Shira’s diaper before she begins crying again. She is too cute to cry.“ She tried to sound nonchalant but I could hear a good amount of panic in her voice.

Apparently I was cute. I didn’t really know, I had yet to see a mirror in my second life, but I always thought newborns were kind of ugly. After a few days or weeks they become really cute though.

Father’s response to her statement was an exasperated sigh and a slight shaking of his head, situations like this seemed to happen often, considering father didn’t even answer her and just turned around to walk towards a door.

He carried me through the door to a hallway and the first door left into a fully equipped bathroom.

After changing my diaper he lifted me from the changing table, carried me to the sink and turned me to let me look in the mirror above it.

„Looky here little Shira aren’t you just the most beautiful little baby?“ he claimed while cooing at me.

I couldn’t disagree with the statement. My skin wasn’t red and wrinkled like that of a normal newborn, but smooth and of a light tone, I already had a few hairs on my head, white and with pointy cat ears poking out of them. And I had a tail. Right then it was still quite short, but I couldn’t wait to learn to move it.

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My eyes were the same shade as mothers a light, intense blue color with slit pupils.

While I was admiring myself I heard the sound of a doorbell. Father startled and hurriedly brought me back to mother who lifted me to her breast to start feeding, while father left the room.

A little later, I had just finished my meal, the door opened again and in came my father, but he wasn’t alone this time. With him was a very small, he just reached my fathers knees, green man with huge pointy ears clad in a beige robe, walking slowly while leaning on a short gnarled stick.

I hadn’t expected this. One day in this galaxy and I already met master Yoda. The force must have really wanted me safe then, after all in star wars, as obi wan so eloquently told us in episode 4, there is no luck.

„Sheila this is a Jedi who has come to look for Shira, though I don’t know how he got here before we even called them.“ ‚The force guided him father, what else?‘ I thought.

Yoda confirmed my thoughts as he spoke in an aged voice: „Yoghurt my name is, guided me the force has“

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Yoghurt? Like the character representing Yoda in the star wars parody space balls?

That was interesing. It meant that I wasn’t in the star wars galaxy of the movies but some other version, which meant, I didn’t have to worry about changing the story line or anything.

Those ears sure looked funny, so I decided to touch them. By slowly streching my arms toward … Yoghurt and giggling.

My mother looked surprised but gently moved me in his direction and said: „She seems to like you. My name is Sheila and this is my daughter Shira. She was …“

She had held me very near Yoghurt so I decided to squeeze one of his ears with my hands. It was quite squishy and like rubber always changed back into its original form while jiggling around. I giggled it after all looked really funny, but was surprised to see Yoghurt chuckle too.

„Advanced for your age you are“ he commented before using the three fingers of his right hand to tickle my stomach, making me giggle even more, before mother pulled me away.

Yoghurt turned to my parents: „Exceptionally strong in the force your daughter is, in the future trained she must be.“

My parents looked at each other and father spoke: „Master Jedi, we have decided to let the Jedi take care of Shira from the beginning. She’s a nekomata, a race that‘s to be hunted and killed right after birth by law here on Cathar. We won’t be able to protect her by ourself.“

„I understand. Urgency through the force I felt, why I was here so quick it is.“ Yoghurt sounded calm, but his face wasn’t as carefree anymore.

Saying goodbye to my parents was really hard. Not that I had grown to love them in the one day I was with them but all I had seen of them had been kind and caring, a wonderful place to grow up.

Now their image was heartbreaking. Mothers tail was angrily swishing around behind her, her ears nestled close to her head and being braced by father, who had quite watery eyes as they hugged me gently between them one last time before handing me to Yoghurt.

„Take good care of her I will“ Yoghurt ensured them.

„Make sure she eats her vegetables and stays healthy an- *sniff* and make sure to keep the boys away from her and…“ mother wanted to speak more but couldn’t as she broke into tears on in father’s embrace.

„And don’t let her get in trouble.“ Father added. Now he too had tears streaming down his face.

„Raised children and trained them to be Jedi for 2000 years I have, raise her too I will.“ Yoghurt returned.

„Time for us to go it is“ Yoghurt said as he turned and jumped onto his hoverchair before racing away, myself in his arms wrapped tightly enough to hide my race, accompanied only by my parent’s cries of sorrow.

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