The Kitty and the Cutie

Chapter 2: The Runaway

"What should I do....?" Jones panicked when he realized that he was no longer a human, but a furry, little kitty cat with a bushy tail on his back. There were some whiskers growing near his pink nose on his face. Upon his head, there was a pair of cat ears twitching. His legs and arms became even shorter and slimmer, with claws protruding from his fat and short fingers. Underneath his black tiger-striped body, he got a snowy, white belly.

"Please be a nightmare..." thought Jones as he wriggled out from his blue shirt and bolted to the office door with his 4 legs, placing his tiny paws on the glass shield, tapping continuously, hoping for aid from his partner.

''Help! Let me out!" He wanted to shout, but the only word that came out from his mouth was "Meow". Using his claws, he clawed repeatedly on the glass, waiting for someone to open the door for him. Nevertheless, no one even paid attention to his taps.

"This is totally insane!" After he failed to draw attention, he looked around; even the chair he was sitting a few minutes ago was quite tall for him! Staring at the documents on his table, Jones leapt to the desk even though he's such a teeny kitty cat.

"This looks fun!" he was amazed by his super-strength the cat body could provide him while he sat upon his nearly-finished unstapled paperwork, rolling his uncapped pen. Then, his eyes noticed something beside him – an unused, white blank paper.

"Wonder if I could write a note to Lia." wondered Jones, with his left paw trying to pick up his pen to scribble something on a blank paper. Though he couldn't grasp the pen properly, he managed to hold the pen using his mouth.

Writing using the mouth was as simple as ABC for him, especially when he's a kitty cat. He almost dropped the cap of the pen, knocking over a pencil holder, some of the pens scattered right next to the door and his clothes, while some fell right into the paper bin. He even bumped himself against a stack of papers and past case files, as it collapsed like playing bricks. And no mattered how hard he tried; he couldn't even write a proper message, just only drawing some illegible crude lines on the blank sheet.

"Ugh, I give up, what a clumsy cat I am! I need some fresh air" huffed Jones, frustrated. He dropped the black pen on the desk unfinished report, ignoring the mess on the floor and proceeded to leap towards the windowsill near Ophelia's desk.

Looking outside of the window, there were cars rushing across the roads in front of the Grimsborough PD HQ, the baking sun shining above the azure sky without any clouds, with a few birds chirping in the tall, evergreen trees, all was just peaceful.

Just then, a tiny, black butterfly flew into Jones's sight, it then landed on his little pink nose, which made him felt sneezy.

"Achoo!" sneezed kitty Jones, he rapidly shook his head as he sneezed hard, the butterfly then flew away.

"Hey! Come back, Butterfly!" he stretched his paws towards the flying bug, intending to catch it, without noticing himself leaning further away from the window sill. Finally, he lost his balance and tumbled down below from the office.

"MEOW!! AAAHHH!! HELP ME!!!" screamed Jones, terrified as he fell.

In the pantry, here sat Ophelia, chatting leisurely with Alex Turner, the young tech expert of her team, with a mug of honey lemonade beside her. They both discussed Anime, comics and even gaming topics. That's when they were interrupted by Ramirez, who rushed into the pantry, panting heavily after running.

"Wow, you look so worn out, Ramirez. Did you just catch a thief?" asked Ophelia.

"It's not a thief, but it's something very s-scary!" he stammered, "Y-you have to come back to your office immediately! Something isn't right! "

"What's wrong, isn't Jones still arranging the reports in there?"

"Jones...was gone! He has vanished!" exclaimed Ramirez

"WHAT?!" Ophelia shrieked, agape.

Rushing back to her office shared with her partner along with Alex and Ramirez, she was totally flabbergasted.

What a sight! There were unused blank sheets on Jones's spinning chair, pens and stationary were inside the waste basket filled with waste papers, a pile of files were hidden beside the gap between the Inspector's desk and the wall. Near the windowsill, a flowerpot was knocked down mostly by Jones when he struggled before his fall, fragments and some pens were scattered right in front of Ophelia's desk.

But what's caught the three's attention, was something lying on the floor -- the light blue shirt and the blue-grey necktie.