Cat tales- ft Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore

The man of jokes

Albus. He's a great man. He's always been kind to me, but he can be really childish. Of course I admire his childish behavior but at times it gets a bit irritating. He's stopped with it a bit this year though, with the triwizard tournament going on and him suspecting Voldemort getting stronger. But only yesterday I'd spotted him talking to an ordinary cat, pretending it was me.
Minerva McGonagall set down her quill and shifted the papers on her desk, going into a reverie about Dumbledore's "very amusing" joke from the previous day.
She was heading to the staff room. The bell had just rung for lunch and the fourth year class were wasting no time in leaving. Harry Potter was the last to leave, he seemed in no hurry to get to lunch. It wasn't surprising, as he wasn't very popular amongst the students since he had been chosen as champion on Saturday. It was very unfair, she thought. She believed that he hadn't entered himself, and he shouldn't be allowed to participate, it was way too dangerous and she was sure Harry would agree with her. Dumbledore, however, thought it was worth a chance.
That brought her thoughts back to yesterday's joke. She had been on her way, planning to correct the students' homework when she got to the staff room, when she heard the purr of a cat, and Dumbledore's voice.
"Ah, and Lucius Malfoy's sent a letter about dueling in corridors, and about Harry apparently trying to attack Draco Malfoy. Severus has given me an account of what had happened, but I couldn't help but feel it was biased, wonder why," he added, a tone of amusement in his voice. "Would you mind answering his letter? I've got half a dozen myself, from the ministry, about the organization of the first task."
He had looked expectantly at the cat, who stared back, nonplussed.
"Albus," Minerva had said, causing Albus to jump around, surprised.
"Minerva! Ah, I was under the impression this charming cat was you! Old age, old age."
"And I wouldn't mind answering Lucius Malfoy's letter."
"Thank you," and with a small smile and bow, he set off in the opposite direction.
Minerva had sighed. She felt a small smile form on her wrinkled face, however, as she saw the cat's expression.
I'll leave the homework for later, she thought, and she transformed herself into the cat with spectacle markings with a swift flick of her wand.
The cat, a male with fur darker than her's, stared,  bewildered, and hoping for an explanation.
"He thought you were me, he mistakes other cats for me a lot, see," she purred.
"HE THOUGHT I WAS YOU? BUT YOURE SO OLD, AND IM ONLY 9! AND MY FUR IS SO MUCH DARKER, AND I DONT HAVE THOSE UGLY GLASS MARKS AROUND MY BOOTIFUL WIDE EYES! SHALL WE MURDER HIM?" it screeched furiously.
"No, no, he made a mistake," she said, however not believing her it was a mistake herself. "He runs the school, and he's a great person."
"Some of my fellow catfriends have been mistaken for someone else toooooo," the cat hissed, fuming. "Is it the same person? The dumb old man?"
"Yes it was probably him," Minerva purred dully.
And with an angry purr the cat set off away, muttering something about "the tall white haired hairy dumb man". Minerva started to walk too, and it was a few paces before she realized that she hadn't transfigured back. She had stretched into her human form, picked up her papers from beside the nearest window, then continued to the staff room...

Minerva, sitting in her room, sipping some water, sighed. What had happened the previous day wasn't nearly the most memorable time when this had happened. Oh no it wasn't. She gulped down the rest of the water, then started with the rest of her paperwork, thinking about some of the other times Dumbledore had mistaken random cats for her...