Kitty

1

*pictures at the top are all taken from google images. they are not mine. in case you are online and can not see them, do not worry, they are all just pics of orange tabbies to brighten your day*

Great. Just great. My midnight prowl, in which I run around chasing small things, usually ends in me returning home, relaxed and refreshed. I've almost never seen a human on my prowls, but here I am, cornered in an alleyway next to Panera, hissing at one of my fellow high school students.

Let me explain a few things.

I am a 17 year old who can somehow turn into a cat. Don't even ask how. I have no idea. I was born this way I believe. I didn't realize I could shift until I was six or seven, sitting in my room. I was upset about some kid making fun of me in class and so I just started imagining myself as a cat. A cat that wouldn't have to go to school. Or listen to someone making fun of them.

And voila, I had paws for hands and a tail sticking out my rear end. Needless to say, I freaked out. Not in a good way. Would you, if you had suddenly turned into a cat and weren't sure how to turn back into a human?

I still have to go to school and do homework everyday. I guess I could've chosen to stay as a cat the rest of my life, but I do like being a human. Cats have a somewhat easy, but boring life. I prefer my human life.

So now, if I wanna be a cat, I can simply imagine myself as a feline. If I wanna be a human, I just imagine myself as my current human self. Sadly, my cat form always stays the same. It's a handsome orange tabby cat, kind of on the skinny side. I believe it represents me. I've always been a scrawny ginger kid.

Anyway, we'll talk more about me later. For now, let's shift our focus over to the bigger problem at hand.

Jay. Jay is a pretty popular kid at our high school. He gets along with everyone and I find him to be too friendly. Maybe that's a me problem. I am quite shy, and I like my alone time. Anyway, apparently Jay really likes cats. Or likes tormenting them.

Does he not understand that no means no? I back farther into my corner as he keeps getting closer to me, making a "pspsps" sound.

"C'mon kitty, I won't hurt you! I'll take you home and give you some yummy food and a nice bed to sleep in. It must be cold out here, and who knows how long you've gone without food," says Jay, shuffling even closer, much to my discomfort.

"HISSSSSS," I hiss. Maybe he'll get the message.

He proves me wrong, and suddenly lunges at me. I dodge and zoom around his open arms, running as fast as I can.

When I finally reach my house without being snatched by a pspsps giant, I change back into my human form, and sneak in. I carefully shut the door behind me, and creep up the staircase that lies outside the entryway. I avoid the creaky floorboards and make it to my room without waking up my parents. I'm so glad we don't have security cameras. It would be hard to explain to my parents why I come home at 1 am every day.

I silently close my door and flip the light on. I admire my room's white walls and hard wood floors. I make sure to water the abundance of plants around my room before I head to the bathroom that connects to my room. After I shower, and change into some shorts and a t-shirt, I turn off the light and snuggle up in bed.

Jay thought I was a stray, didn't he. Huh. That was rude of him. I make sure to keep my coat extra sleek, and my ribs definitely aren't showing. Ugh. The nerve of that guy. Whatever. At least I probably won't see him again.