Guilded Cage

Disorientated by your transportation and cocooned head to paw in bandages, you stagger around until you fall into a solid gold throne laden with comfy cusions. It's so comfy you remain there (you can't get back up anyway in your condition)- after all, with you tied up in the cursed bandages you have no need for food or drink. You also find that not only do they preserve you, they've made your cat form permement.

Bored out of your mind, you can only watch yourself wriggling your toes and extend/retract your claws. The hours turn to days, the days turn to weeks, turn to months and then you lose count. Countless times you have tried to wriggle free from the bandages or cut through them with your claws. Each time you have failed. The only company you have is a nest of scarabs that sometimes crawl over your ticklish footpaws, sending you into fits of giggles.

Eventually you forget about the outside world and your human existence. As a human reporter you were a failure, but as a cat you're immortal!

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