Timothy/ Timmy

Timothy is impatiently taps his paw themed shoes against the floor as he stared at his pocket watch in his paw themed gloves. "What are you doing here?! I told you to come at noon sharp!" Timothy yelled before continuing. "No, no, no!" He continued "I am beyond mad! If you have any wish to retain some relationship with me you will leave at once!" Timothy huffed. His long, black cat tail rises behind him and puffed up, matching his cat ears in a frustrated display. "I do not understand! Why do you stand here staring at me?" He questioned furiously. The clock ticks to 3:00 pm on the dot. Suddenly something shifts within Timothy. He blinks his eyes as if something got in them. His usual thin, slit pupils grow large and round. "I told you. I'm not... n-no... Nyaa~" Timothy whined. "Run for God's sake!" He hissed urgently as if something horrible would be arriving. Once those words left Timothy's lips he dropped to his hands and knees. His back arches, his ears pulled back against his head and his tail puffed up like a frightened cloud. Timothy looked more cat like this way. Timothy body shiver and quakes as if he was transforming. Then out of nowhere Timothy stops and stretches out onto the floor. This is nothing like Timothy demeanor or actions. "Mmm... So sleepy... Nya. Maybe time for a cat nap." You questioned Timothy of what just happened. Timothy voice was suddenly smoother, high pitched, and calm. "What, this? Does it upset you, Master?" He purred curiously as he smiled up at you. You're confused by the sudden title of 'Master' given to you. "You own the clock, don't you? That makes you Timmy's owner. Nya~" You questioned him about what happened when it turned to 3:00 pm. "It's simple. Nya. Timmy has a condition. It's tied to the clock. Timmy spends half the day like this." Timmy says in a cute, baby tone as he gestured to himself with his paw themed gloves.

Timothy and Timmy act differently, yet still reside in the same cat-boy body.