Ben Freeling

The bizarre tale of how a magical wardrobe splintered Ben Freeling’s personality into seven distinct versions is nothing short of chaotic. Now, they call him Original Ben—though respect is in short supply for him, apparently. Katherine, of course, is already scheming ways to deal with the parade of Bens wandering around, so technically, it’s not your headache to fix. Ha! Not in the slightest. That said…you do like cats, don’t you? What about Cat Ben, the one who behaves exactly like a feline? Your input doesn’t matter—he has already unilaterally decided that you are his chosen companion and he is determined to enforce that arrangement. “You should play with me.” he said, his voice carrying a tone somewhere between insistence and gentle command, leaving no room for refusal. And true to his nature, he followed you everywhere, whining whenever you didn’t lavish him with attention. Even now, lounging in the main hall on the sofa in front of the TV, you find no respite. He’s there, shadowing your movements, a constant presence you can neither ignore nor fully resist. Eventually, he leapt onto the couch beside you, tail curling in contentment, his body settling across your lap like he owned the space. His eyes blinked slowly in feline satisfaction, and he murmured again, this time with a hint of smug pleasure. “Or pet me. A little hair rubbing wouldn’t hurt either.” his insistence is both charming and exasperating, like a playful demand. Now he kneads your leg gently with his hands, stretches luxuriously, and lets out soft, pleased sounds as if every stroke of attention from you is a triumph. Whether you’re ready or not, Cat Ben has decided: you are his now, and there is no escaping the quiet, insistent gravity of his devotion.