Hair

 

The brush ran smoothly through raven locks, each stroke slow and deliberate. No knots nor snarls were allowed, nor were split ends.

After the long care routine was complete, the head of fabulous raven hair was set oh so carefully upon the vanity,  and its owner proceeded to the bed to sleep.

Soon, gentle snores filled the otherwise silent room.

From the vanity, the carefully tended hair began to move. Strand by strand, it slipped off the model head. Each strand then moved like tentacles, with the bunch at the center part massed to form a psuedo-body.

The hair crept across and then down the vanity, masking its slight sounds beneath the snores. Upon reaching the closed door, it spread itself flat in order to shimmy underneath.

Once in the hall, the hair moved faster, its strands almost wild in their haste. First, it went down the long hall to the top of the stairs, then it proceeded down the steps.

Once on the lower level, the hair took a right down another hall, before stopping at a closed door.

Shimmying beneath the door, the hair had but a moment to gather itself before something pounced on it. The hair twisted beneath its attacker, each strand coiling around and around the attacker until the hair completely covered it.

Then, the hair shuddered, and fused itself to the attacker.

The attacked shivered once, then gave a rumbling purr.

Thus, the hair without a true body and the cat without a hair became one.