Hello everyone! This is my third story in progress, and I am so very glad you have decided to read it! Please enjoy, read and review. I do not own Harvest Moon, and I do not on Molly/Hikari or Chase/Chiyaya. But I do, in fact, own this story and plot line.

Meow for Me

Chapter 1: The Confusion Begins

She purred lovingly, rubbing her head against his leg and weaving through his legs as he cooked dinner for himself. Molly let out a small meow, her two cocoa ears twitching as her matching tail swayed back and forth.

"Molly, quit it. I have to cook my dinner." He chuckled, taking a quick break from his cooking to give her a small pat on the head. The cat cocked her head at him, continuing to rub against his leg; looking for attention. "Would a treat get you to stop bothering me?" He smiled, reaching into his deluxe refrigerator and taking out some left over fish.

Chase picked up her red bowl; the one with her name printed out on it in cursive writing, and placed the left over fish into the bowl. With a chuckle, he placed it on the ground beside him, and Molly stopped purring, padding over to the bowl and sniffing it, before ripping a small piece off and taking it into her mouth. The cat purred softly while eating, occasionally looking up at her master with her big honey brown eyes.

Chase just smiled down at her, happy to finally have a companion who wouldn't bother him constantly or whine to him all day or try to make a move on him, like that crazy carrot top - what was her name again? Oh yes, Maya. Not to mention how nice it was to have someone who he could tell anything too, and they would never judge him or think indifferently of him.

Instead, he often found comfort in Molly's nose kisses or her soft, gentle purring. She was a good cat, and that made him love her even more. But she wasn't a person, he couldn't just upright marry a cat and at night he often found himself wondering where he'd ever find a girl who would love him endlessly like his cat did.

Sighing, he noticed the once full red bowl was now empty and his brown fluff ball was now sitting by the window, hissing at whatever was outside. That could only mean one thing- "CHASE!" her loud voice screamed as she bursted through his front door, completely ignoring the murderous looking kitten behind her. Maya crushed Chase in a bone crushing hug, and the strawberry colored man desperately tried to push her away.

"Chase, you'll never guess what! I got a cat too, and I named him Charlie, kind of like your name actually. Isn't that great! Now our cats can make lots and lots of babies together, just like we will." She grinned, and as if on cue, a grey cat peeked through the door.

Molly, now irritated that this creepy woman was bothering her master again, turned to look at the approaching cat. The brown cat hissed, teeth barring at the grey cat. This was her territory, she lived here, this was her home. No other cat should be bothering her in her safe haven. Stepping back, the small cat pounced onto the table and then to the counter - pans and plates clattering as she hissed at the two trespassers.

"You should get your cat checked out, if I'm going to marry you and have kids with you we can't have her spazzing out like this all the time. You might have to put her down or something." Maya spoke, thinking over other ways she could get rid of then feline. But to her disappointment, this only seemed to make him more furious.

"Get out of my house, you... Just get out, Molly is a great cat, she doesn't deserve to lose her life over some petty reason that you made up!" He shouted, pushing Maya and her estranged grey cat out of his house, and slamming the door in their faces.

Maya's high pitched cries could be heard from inside the bungalow, and could be continued to heard as she walked back to the main part of the island, her cat silently following her. Sighing, Chase rubbed the bridge of his nose, deep in thought. Molly calmed down, meowing at him with her curious, large brown eyes. A small smile worked onto his face, scooping up the small cat into his arms and stroking her fur lovingly.

"You're the only one who understands me." He muttered, letting the cat down and leaving his ruined and now burnt dinner to be cleaned up the next day as he stalked into his bedroom. Molly followed behind him, hopping up onto the bed next to him as he lay down.

Chase closed his eyes and Molly lay down on his chest, letting out a small meow as he drifted off to sleep. But before he could drift off to his own little dream world, one thought crossed his mind. If only you were a real girl, Molly. I would of married you the moment we had met. And just before he could fall asleep, he swore he could feel a greater weight on his chest.

Chase cooked inside the bar silently, making sure his food was absolutely perfect before handing it to Kathy; who served the last of the familiar faced guests. Wiping the sweat off of brow, he let out a long sigh. He was lonely and sure, he had people he could consider friends, but he had no one to talk to about his problems, no one he could open up to completely, no one to cuddle up with at night, to pour all of his love into.

It wasn't like he was butt ugly and all the girls hated him, because he wasn't that bad looking and there was one girl who doted on him a little too much. It was just that there was no girls that he could relate to, no girls he could really speak with.

"Okay, good job everyone. See ya tomorrow, Chase. It's closing time." Hayden, the owner of Brass Bar said, placing a large hand on the young man's shoulder as he slipped off his navy colored apron. Exiting the bar, a strangled sound caught his attention, and he could barely make out the sound of a cat crying close by. Thinking none of it, he continued down the pathway, heading towards Marimba Farm; where his house lay directly beside.

But the sounds continued, growing louder and louder, until finally, Chase had had enough. Spinning around, a small light brown cat sat behind him; drenched in water.

Normally, Chase would ignore animals who would cry out to him - even other human beings. He didn't like to be bothered after all. But something struck him when he looked down at the small cat, and whatever it was seemed to make him scoop up the cat in his arms and carry it back to his house.

Once there, he dried the cat off with a towel, petting it absent mindedly as it rubbed against him and licked his hand. "I suppose you'll need a name, hm?" He asked the cat, chuckling as it purred loudly. "Nina? Nah... Orange? Too silly... How about Molly?" He asked the cat, not expecting a response, but instead getting a soft meow.

Nodding, he smiled as the cat flipped over, exposing her belly and cocking her head at the cook. "Molly it is. Welcome to your new home, Molly."

Chase jolted awake, his memories of that one night last season too clear. Sighing, he lied back down, quickly realizing something, or someone was laying on top of him. Looking down with wide eyes, he was met with an unfamiliar, yet at the same time completely familiar heart shaped face.

The person - or woman, had short light brown hair, that would match his cat's fur perfectly. On top of her head rest two cat ears, twitching. Taken a back, he looked around, noting that the girl also had a long, cat like, matching brown tail. The tail swiveled around, seeming to have a mind of it's own. But what struck him the most, was the fact that the woman on top of him was naked - completely and utterly naked.

Scarlet traveled up his neck, and he struggled to push off the naked woman. Finally, the woman fell to the floor with a loud thump, and she awoke quickly, two large brown eyes meeting Chase's. Her eye brows furrowed and she sat up quickly, letting out a small meow.

Climbing back onto his bed, the girl meowed again, placing her face close to the reddened cook's one. Her small pink tongue poked out, and she licked the tip of Chase's nose happily - much like Molly would. Was this some kind of joke? Were the guys doing this to see what his reaction would be? And what was this strange woman doing in his house, much less naked with cat ears and a tail. Springing off the bed, he pressed himself against the opposite wall, his face contorting to match his rising anger.

"What are you doing in my house! And naked too? Speak up you crazy lady!" He shouted, earning himself a confused look from the girl. The girl sat up, cocking her head once again. Letting out another meow, she stretched out on the bed, yawing and exposing two, slightly large canine teeth.

Her personality - or act, Chase wasn't sure which of it was which, seemed identical to his cat's and Chase began to frantically look for his feline companion. "Molly! Where are you?" He called, and the girl sat up abruptly, hopping over to him gleefully.

It couldn't be, it wasn't. She couldn't have - but she had! "Molly?" he questioned, looking at the beautiful girl with wide eyes. The girl let out a soft meow, purring. His cat had turned into a girl! But before he could react, a sharp knock at his door tore him out of his trance. And that, was when Chase began to panic. His mother had always told him to be careful what he wished for, and boy, had he done it now.

Chase looked at his cat turned human with wide eyes, leading the woman or whatever she was over to his closet. Taking a large shirt out of it, he pulled it over her head. "Stay here." He said sternly, walking out of his bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Peeking out of the window, he caught sight of on his neighbors; Anissa. She was a nice woman, but she wasn't the type of woman he would ever consider himself getting into a relationship with her. Letting out a deep breath, he opened the door, silently praying Molly wouldn't find a way to open his bedroom door.

"Hello," he said, yawning to show he had just woken up. Anissa smiled kindly at him, trying to look around him.

"Is Molly home? I'd love to play with her, since I woke up extra early to finish all of my chores." She chided, hoping to get more time in with Chase's beautiful brown cat. If only she had been the one to find her, she would of taken her in also of course, after all, who could resist the cute fluff ball? But what Anissa didn't know, was that Chase didn't have a cat living with him anymore, instead a young woman resided in his house.

"Molly slipped out the front door early this morning, I haven't seen her for a while. She's probably playing in your fields again." He tried his best to keep a calm expression. Sure, he had lied before. But this time the consequences of not lying would lead to a lot of confusion and pain. Anissa nodded, giving him another smile before running off to look for the cat.

Chase quickly closed the door, and a long cry came from the bedroom. Rushing into his bedroom, her shushed the half naked woman as she cried to be let out. He couldn't just let her go exploring outside like she usually did anymore. She was a woman now, she had to walk, be able to talk and act like one now. Or else he'd be in a lot of trouble. Rummaging through his drawers, he quickly snatched up some boxers and shorts.

Walking over to the cat, he stroked her head softly, his eyes softening as she purred and leaned into his touch. Picking up the skinny yet curved woman, he set her down on his bed, doing his best to stay in control and keep his face from going even more red. Chase navigated her legs, slipping his boxers and then his shorts onto the woman - taking a belt out and tightening it around her waist so they wouldn't fall down.

"You're going to have to learn to keep your mouth shut until you can speak, and you need to walk instead of crawl. We're going to go to the Wizard's and then to the Tailor's to get you some clothes. But hopefully Wizard will be able to change you back first."He added the last past quietly, taking a baseball cap and setting it on top of her head to hide her ears. But how was he going to hide her tail? Sighing, he looked around for some inspiration - but came to no conclusion.

Taking her small hand in his, he realized how small and fragile she was as a person - just like she was when she was a cat. Not to mention how beautiful she had become. Dragging her out the front door, he silently hoped no one would see them on their journey to the wizard's house.