Reborn as a Kitten

Chapter 1

I shivered pulling my coat closer as I hopped on my rusty, red bike. Riding my bike helps me wake up in time for my classes. 

The crisp morning air was pierced by a cry for help. It was coming from an alley to my right. Snapping my kickstand into place, I shrug off my backpack. My phone was gripped tightly in my hand prepared to call 911. 

An elderly lady was on her side, I quickly rushed to her side. And asked how I could help and if I should call an ambulance. She responded with a negative and asked me to help her into her house that was nearby. 

She thanked me profusely after she was safely in her house before I politely excused myself. I was going to be late for school. 

Mr. Jones, my teacher for first hour,  had already issued several warnings to me, he would give me detention if I was late again. I didn't mind the detention, sitting quietly and thinking already being a hobby of mine. But the school would call my parents. Every time my parents get interrupted by anything to do with me they scold me non-stop for the inconvenience. It's annoying.

As you can probably tell my parents don't like me very much. They take care of me and don't abuse me or anything. They just don't really care what happens to me. 

They wanted a pretty, genius boy who could be heir to their company. I was a girl, with heterochromia, which they think is disturbing and ugly. Personally, I think they're pretty and I have got plenty of compliments about them. And I am smart, not smart enough though.  

After I locked my bike to the rack I proceeded to dash to my class. As I rounded the last corner before I got to my class I came face to face with the barrel of a gun. 

I stood there in shock, I don't know how long I stood there, but it must have been a while. Because I eventually heard police officers behind me, I could see them in the reflection of my glasses. I was positive I hadn't seen any patrol cars in our parking lot. 

"Drop your gun." One of the cops said

"You're under arrest." Another shouted at the same time 

However, Mr. Evil Guy just smirked, he wasn't going to let me go. I began to wonder if he had a vendetta against the police or just a sadistic urge to have an audience. He was practically shivering in excitement. 

He pulled the trigger. 

Pain shot through my head, it took a moment for things to register. I was on the ground staring at the wall, my vision was beginning to be covered in red. Probably blood dripping from my wound. It must not have been a direct hit because these thoughts were coming through even if scattered. And then I couldn't think, things just stopped.

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I slowly opened my eyes. I had been squeezing them shut in hopes that what I had seen in the past hour or so was just my overactive imagination, fueled by the last few moments as I bled out. But the things were still there. 

1. I am now in some sort of pen with a bunch of kittens in it. 

2. It was tall glass on all sides, there seemed to be no roof on it.

3. I am no longer in my own body, when I tried to move it reacted too differently. 

4. I am in some sort of pet shop and I like my cellmates are infant felines.  

Now that I was one of them it seemed insulting to think of myself as just a kitten. I wonder what I looked like. I wondered if my switching to a whole new body with a whole new brain chemistry was what was making me so calm at the moment. It seemed unlikely since I was still able to think in full statements and English. 

Well since I wasn't going to get a clue to the whole brain chemistry thing anytime soon I might as well see if I could figure out what I looked like. 

If I could just make my way over to the glass I may be able to make out my reflection. But everything seemed so far away right now not to mention, that I didn't know how to operate a body with four legs let alone with no muscle memory and little muscle to remember.

There was another way, I tried stretching my ha-paws out after my third try I managed to do so at an angle where I could move my head to look at my paws. It was a sandy color with an undercoat of white, it made me look almost shimmery. Pretty. 

I tried to twist my body more to see if I could get a better look at myself. I was interrupted by the chime of a bell. I could see the top of the door, probably the entrance moved in an outward motion. Someone had walked in, whether it was an employee or a customer I couldn't tell from my angle. 

I could hear footsteps they were light but I could hear the tell-tale thud of sneakers. A smell wafted towards me it was a strange concoction of mint with soap and sweat. In this body, it seemed that my sense of hearing and smell had graduated to a whole new level. 

The smell and footsteps were coming closer. I saw the guy's face first he had thin wire glasses, a rounded face like it was just starting to lose its baby fat. As he got closer I was able to see his clothing it was a plain black hoodie, but it fit him well making him look quite cosy. 

And then I lost sight of him. Well not really I could still see the hoodie, but his face was now above where I could angle my neck to keep him in sight since he was now right up against the the glass.