Transformation

I let a wild animal into my house. A little feral thing- shorn, limping, shivering. It drank the running water from my sink, perched upon my couch, crouched, ready to race for the door at the first sign of danger. When it decided it liked my smell, it relaxed. I crept close and touched its velvet head. It nuzzled my neck and its racing heart slowed. It let me warm its limbs and kiss it gently.
I ran a bath and washed its skin. It seemed both vulnerable and grateful for the heat. The steam soothed its joints and it softened. Its eyes warmed and seemed to trust me. Careful of its sharp teeth, I took it to my bed. There, in the space between wild creature and humanity beyond understanding, I was transformed.
Be careful of my teeth.