Butch had just successfully snuck into Olive's Deli, cracking open the window with his cat claw. He gently placed the piece of cut glass on the floor and crawled in through the rounded hole he had made, tiptoeing towards the jackpot of the meat store. No, it wasn't the money safe that was down below the counter where people would pay. Money was worthless in the cat's eyes. After all, why steal money when you can just steal the food instead? Butch went straight for the glass container of fish. Salmon, anchovies, you name it! It was all right there for the picking. Butch gave a huff of warm breath onto his paw before rubbing it on his chest. He gently started clawing his finger around on the glass front to reach in and steal his loot. As long as he didn't trip any alarms, he'd be good to go. "I do feel a bit famished this evening." He thought to himself as he reached in to grab a few in his hand. Luckily, there was a small store basket for customers to use to carry multiple meat items. He grabbed it and began piling the fish into the basket, making a disgusting slimy residue on the plastic material since he wasn't bagging them.
After a few handfuls were taken out, Butch made his way to the front entrance where he came in. He was happily swishing his tail as he gave a confident walk through the store. But when he got to the window, he realized there was a slight issue.. the hole was small and round. The basket was big and rectangular. Butch tried to push the basket of fish through the hole, but that did nothing to get it through. Maybe he never played with those shape puzzle boxes as a child, who knows. "Well.. considering no one would be out and about to stop me, I might as well make this a quick escape." He thought, looking around at the darkened store before shrugging and taking a few steps back. He scraped his feet on the tiled floor like a bull and charged at the cart, slamming it through the glass window. That did it alright! Glass shattered onto the sidewalk as Butch lunged out with his stolen fish. He was practically home free now! Except.. there was a cop standing right across the street. His blue outfit and baton was shining in the overhead street light. Butch looked over and saw him, a grimace face written all over the man. The kitty thief merely grabbed his basket and casually whistled, acting like nothing around him was the matter. Ignore the broken glass window and large amount that was "purchased" when the store wasn't even open..
"Hey! Stop you thief!" The officer shouted, gripping his baton and starting to run towards Butch. The cat's fur practically stood up on end as he looked behind him, knowing he was caught. He quickly picked up his pace and started scampering away. The chase was on to catch that darn fish thief. "You've stolen your last salmon, cat!" The officer said in a threatening tone. Butch huffed and panted as he ran down the city streets, his load of fish slowly getting dropped behind him. No matter which way he turned, the cop was hot on his tail. "How does this guy know everywhere I go?!" Butch thought to himself, looking behind him to see how close the officer was. At that moment the slippery fish fiend saw the trail of fish. No wonder the load was getting lighter! With this new info in mind, Butch made his way down some alleyways to try and lose the cop. He quickly looked around for an open window to sneak into, noticing one with pink curtains, swaying softly in the night breeze.
With his hiding spot found, the alley cat climbed up the building to get to the window, throwing a few fish down towards the other side of the dirty dark alley. He hoped the cop would assume he just ate his evidence and scurried out on the other side, to who knows where! Butch finally got up to the window and slipped inside, peaking behind the pink curtains as he watched the officer look around for him. "Mark my words, cat, this is the last fish you'll ever be stealing!" The officer shouted, flailing his baton in the air. Butch simply chuckled and closed the curtains together, leaving only a bit of moonlight to light up the room. He didn't care where he was, as long as it wasn't jail. He gave a sigh in relief as he saw a soft looking bed. He was sure the owner of this room wouldn't mind a guest for the night. "I'll just have a little cat nap and be off before anyone even knew I was here." He reassured himself, curling up all nice and cute on the warm silky sheets. He nibbled on a fish he still had in his possession as he closed his eyes with a smile.
Soon, morning had crept up on Butch, as the sunlight was beaming into the room. The sleepy cat was now on his belly all flopped out, slowly opening up his eyes. The room, now being lit up, looked so different from when he showed up last night. Those curtains didn't look pink.. Why were the bedsheets so girly looking? No matter, no one seemed to be in the room so now was his chance to make a clean getaway. He stretched his body out and yawned, casually walking towards the window to jump out of where he came in. But without warning, the door to this girly pink bedroom swung open, making Butch jump and fall off the bed, since the sheets was such a slick fabric. The alley cat landing on his face, a thud happening on the wooden floor. The person that created such an alarming racket was a little girl, around five years old or so. She heard the noise and went over to the bed to see what was going on. Before Butch could get up, the little girl picked him up into her arms to see him. Butch, not wanting to get caught and make her call the police, tried to stay as still as possible.
"Aww! Aren't you the cutest wittle kitty cat!" The girl exclaimed, holding Butch up eye to eye with her and pinching his cheeks with her fingers, cooing at him like he was an adorable little house pet. The alley cat made a grimace as he could feel his cheeks get sore, realizing he had picked the wrong window to climb into. Without much of a breather, the young girl quickly hurried off out of her room to go show her father, hanging onto Butch's arm like she was carrying a teddy bear. She made her way to the kitchen where her father was sitting at a small little table, calmly reading through a newspaper and taking sips of his coffee. "I can't believe that cat got away again. He's stolen way too many fish to count from Mr. Olives.." He said in his gruff but casual pitched voice as he shook his head. Butch's eyes widened, hearing that familiar voice. It was, without a shadow of a doubt, the same officer who was chasing him last night. The girl walked over to her dad and tugged at his pant leg. "Daddy daddy! I found this new adorable kitty cat toy. Can I keep him, pleeeease?!" She begged out to her father. The father nodded slowly as he turned the page of his paper. "Of course sweetie. Now run off and have fun now." He said, not even batting an eye at her or Butch, which made the alley cat quietly sigh in relief. But his happy relief soon became terror again as the girl happily jumped around, turning around and running back to her bedroom with her new cat toy in hand. Butch had dodged a bullet, but for how long?
The young girl went back into her bedroom and shut the door, practically throwing Butch onto her bed. The poor alley cat fell face first, scrunching up his nose as he hit the mattress. "Now you stay right there mister kitty cat. Mommy's going to go get you ready to be changed for our tea party." The girl said before walking over to a toy chest to grab some items. Changed?.. Tea party?.. M-MOMMY?! Butch widened his eyes in disbelief as the words echoed in his head. No way was he going to wait around and find out what was going to happen. While the child had her back turned, Butch quietly climbed off the bed. He tiptoed towards the window to make his escape, looking behind him to make sure the girl didn't suddenly turn around and see her new toy walking away. Unfortunately, an uneven floorboard caused Butch to trip, shouting in surprise as he hit the floor with a thud. He blew it.. the girl turned around as she heard Butch fall over. "Oh my goodness! My poor baby kitty fell down. Are you okay?!" She said, quickly going to get him up off the floor. The girl hugged Butch tightly in her arms, it getting more and more obvious to the poor cat what was going to happen. The young girl walked back over to the toy chest and grabbed a cloth diaper, some baby pins and a little toy pacifier. Butch made a grimace face as his theories were being proven correct. He was now labeled as some baby doll plush toy.
Butch badly wanted to get out of here, but he knew the girl might scream if she saw her cat toy suddenly become sentient, causing her father to come bursting in the room. So, Butch stayed as still as possible as the girl happily skipped to her bed, laying Butch down on his back. She folded the cloth diaper around him, pinning up the sides. At least it felt soft around his waist. The girl stuck the pacifier in Butch's mouth and took a step back, putting her hands to her hips. She shook her head as she reached down and started taking off the cloth diaper. "No no.. This doesn't look right. Too old fashioned." She said in disapproval, stripping Butch clean of the diaper. She went to go put it back in the chest, letting Butch breathe a sigh of relief. He slowly started sitting up to leave, but quickly flopped back down onto his back as the girl shouted. "Ah ha! This will work perfectly!" Now, instead of a soft quiet cloth diaper, the girl held a thick crinkly diaper. It was coated in the same hot tinted baby pink her curtains were, which made Butch get just as pink in the face. There was no way he could easily escape with a loud thing like that on his bottom. But he had no choice but to let the child change him into the poofy plastic. "There we go! Now my baby kitty is protected and cute, all at the same time!" She exclaimed proudly, picking Butch up and patting his diaper butt. Butch started making faces as he hung over the girl's shoulder, the diaper continuing to be loud and crinkly in his ears.
The little girl finally stopped patting Butch's crinkly butt as she placed him on the bed. "Now you wait right here my little baby kitty! Mommy's going to go get our tea party ready." She instructed, having a stern look on her face as she pointed her finger at Butch. She then trotted off to her closet to go and get the needed supplies, making the alley cat sigh and start looking at the window. He was not going to sit around and play some girly game in a big pink diaper! He needed to escape. Butch slowly started to stand up on the bed and tiptoed forward, though with the first leg movement, his diaper started crinkling. The alley cat blushed as his ears drooped to the sides, hoping all the noise of closet items shuffling about would be enough noise muffling. "How is this thing making so much noise?!" He thought to himself as his face winced at each tiptoe. No matter how careful he tried to be, the poofy pink pamp would crinkle, like a warning not to leave from here. Unfortunately, the kitty cat didn't make it very far before the girl turned around, seeing Butch standing mid walk looking all blushy. He realized he had been spotted and gave a cheesy little smile. "Oh my gosh, mister kitty cat! You aren't a toy, you're a real kitty cat!" The girl exclaimed happily, running over to hug him yet again. Butch started shaking his head and turned around to try and run away, though it was more like a waddle, causing him to not be able to go very far.
The girl picked up the blushy diaper cat and hugged him in her arms, swaying him side to side as his lower body flopped about. "Now you're even more cute! Who's my adorable wittle kitty witty?!" She cooed out as Butch protested by pushing his body away from the girl with his arms. But size comparison wasn't exactly in his favor. And as if by perfect unlucky timing, there was soon a knock on the bedroom door. "Sweetie, daddy's got to go to work now. Come give me a kiss." The father said on the other side of the door. The girl happily skipped over to thr door as Butch tried desperately to slip out of her grip, trying to use his arms and legs to push her arm away. The young girl opened up the door to see her father all dressed up in his officer get up. "Look daddy, it's a real kitty cat! See?" The girl exclaimed, holding up Butch to her father. Butch quickly started to flop as he was brought up to the officer, trying to hold a fake inanimate smile. The father looked down at the diaper cat, simply seeing him as a toy her daughter was having a wild imagination with. But to Butch, it felt like he was being investigated, the burning white light beaming down on him as he was stared at with guilt written all over his face. "Oh, I see! That's very cute honey. Now come give me a hug." The father said, shrugging it off as the two hugged and kissed each other goodbye.
Once the father had left, Butch started trying to desperately leave the girl's arms. "Ah ah ah mister kitty cat! The baby needs his milk." The girl said, carrying him over to the play table, sitting him down in a little doll's highchair. "I'll go get the tea party ready. You sit right here and be mommy's good baby!" She said, pulling down the little wooden tray in front of the cat's already full tummy, making Butch stuck in the cute wooden highchair seat as he kicks and squirms, crinkling his diaper loudly. This simple catnap had turned into a living nightmare, he was trapped with no way of getting out! And he dare not let the girl's father see him… though, at this point it would at least be less humiliating being seen as a thief rather than a poofy kitty. Within a few minutes, the girl returned with a tea set, setting it down on the table in front of Butch and all his doll dinner guests, looking up at the girl with an unamused expression on his face. “Now now misses poofypants, be nice and introduce yourself to the other ladies. They've come all this way to see the prettiest of princesses!” She scolded out, making the cat's pointy ears perk up in shock. “Princess?! I am n- MMPH!” His protest got hushed by a warm bottle of milk shoved into his mouth, forced to suck on the nipple or drown in all the incoming milk. At least it tasted good.. but his blush stayed strong as he was the last person to ever be seen as a princess. “Aww, goodness! All that royal princess-ing has gotten misses poofypants all thirsty! Good thing we have plenty of drinks to go around!” The girl exclaimed, happily bottle feeding Butch with one hand, pretending to pour tea from her kettle into the other cups for her guests. Butch groaned and crossed his arms, blushing from embarrassment as he drank down all the milk. He had finished the bottle and tried to spit out the nipple from his mouth. The little girl looked over and pulled out the bottle with a POP, finally freeing Butch from having to suck on air.
“Now listen here! You- NNFPH!!” In goes the pacifier, now stuck sucking on something different rather than bad mouthing a child with his harsh Brooklyn accent. “You're being very grumpy today misses poofypants. Does someone need a hug?” The girl asked, making Butch shake his head as he tried to pull himself out of the highchair. Of course his full belly and thick diaper kept him stuck in place. The girl thought for a moment, before coming up with an idea. Her eyes sparkling and her smile widened with joy. “I know! We can take you to the park! Oh it'll be so much fun!” She exclaimed, making Butch's eyes widen with horror, shaking his head profusely. There was no way he was going to be seen outside with such a ridiculous thing around his rear! But the girl's mind was made up, grabbing one of her dolls and removing its dress, bringing it over to Butch and holding it open. Impending doom had struck, feeling the dress fwoomp down onto his body with ease, looking down to see the horrifyingly pink frilly nightmare around his once dashing cat body. “Oh no, I'm screwed..” He thought to himself, feeling his body get lifted out of the highchair and laid over the girl's shoulder. “Now what?!” He retorted out, feeling the girl's hand pat against his back as she carried him off towards a cute dolly stroller. Butch's annoyed expression became surprised as he let out an unexpected burp from his maw, letting out a sigh of relief. All that fish and milk really hit the spot.. But in that moment of relief and bliss, he didn't realize he had gotten plopped down into the baby stroller, strapped in tight to where he wouldn't be able to move if he tried. With a weirdly secure seat buckle, not even a clever burger cat would be able to easily unlock it, especially when some soft puffy pink mitts had slipped over his paws. The feeling of the mitts snapped him out of his bliss, realizing he had just willingly let this child strap him into a baby stroller, like he wanted this! His eyes widen as he looks up at the girl, who was smiling down at him. “Daww, I knew you'd be happy to go outside! Don't worry misses poofypants, I've got an extra diapie for you if you need it.” “An extra diaper?.. Why would I need- Oh no..” The realization hit him hard as he squirmed in his seat, his bladder tingling from fullness of that milk bottle. He muffly whines and tugs at the seatbelt straps, but deep down he knew he was in for a long, unforgettable ride. One worse than the patty wagon..
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