Feline Fancy
By born2beagator
Miles had always loved cats. He loved how they moved, that subtle grace. He loved their confidence. He liked them so much that he enjoyed their company more than the company of other humans. What he did not like was his mother Molly. She was so overbearing. He was constantly getting into fights with her. Sometimes he wished their relationship could just radically change. But he didn’t want to put in the work to make it happen.

As fate would have it, his mother wanted this too. Her 16 year old son had always been a bother. She had magic in her blood, and she was aware of his love of cats. In fact she would say his love was an obsessive one. Miles was always around cats when he was outside. She wondered that, maybe with a little push, she might awaken an inner feline within him. Sure she’d lose a son, but she’d gain a loving pet. Molly did could not simply “poof” him into a cat. She’d have to take this slowly or she’d likely drive him insane, and possibly hurt him. Molly noticed her son heading up to his room for bed and called to him “Felis domesticus.” Miles froze. “What was that mom? You are so strange.” With that he continued up to bed.

The next morning Miles woke up. Or at least he tried to. Miles felt strangely tired, even though he had gotten a good night’s sleep. All he really wanted to do was lay down and take a quick nap. However, since he had just gotten out of bed, he decided to fight the urge to go back to sleep. He thought to himself, "I'm hungry." So he decided to go to the kitchen and make himself some food. Miles was in the mood for some fresh fish. Rummaging around in the freezer, he discovered some frozen fish. As he took the fish out, he felt a funny vibrating in his throat. He felt so content. At least he did until he saw the fish he was holding. The rumbling in his throat stopped. He noticed immediately that this fish had an ugly brown crusting over it! "This is disgusting!" Miles exclaimed, "How am I supposed to enjoy this fish when someone has put this strange cover over it?"

Miles didn't stop to think that the "cover" over the fish was merely the breading for fried fish. He wanted fresh fish. Unfortunately there was no fresh fish in the house. Then Miles stopped and thought, "Wait a second! There is a pond in my backyard. I bet I can find some fresh fish there!" Once more excited, Miles headed for his back door, the rumbling in his throat returning. "Mmmrrrrrrrrr......fresh fish! I can't wait! Why anyone would ruin a nice fish by putting a crust over it is beyond me!"
Miles could practically taste the fish already. As he headed to the pond, he couldn't feel more content. The rumbling in his throat was almost a constant companion to him when he was feeling good. As Miles arrived at the pond, his excitement was at its peak. He looked into the water and saw some nice, fat, speckled perch. There was his fresh fish! But then a thought occurred to him, how was he to catch the fish? He sat down on the stone rim and tried to work out a solution to his dilemma. As he sat deep in thought he unconsciously twitched his behind back and forth. How was he going to get the fish???

The first thought that came to mind was to simply get into the water and grab it. But for some reason, the thought of being wet revolted him. So that was definitely not an option. Then he thought of the fishing rod in the shed. As he retrieved the rod and returned to the pond, his excitement was building. However, when he prepared to fish, he noticed another problem: he couldn't figure out how to use the rod. No matter how he examined it, its operation escaped him. He threw the rod aside in disgust.

Depressed, Miles sat on the edge of the pond and watched the fish, his stomach growling. He was just about to give up and search for food elsewhere when he heard a light plop from the direction of the fence. This set him on edge; he tensed up where he was sitting, arching his back a little bit. However he realized his fear was misplaced when he saw that the sound came from a gray and black striped American Shorthair cat. He laughed, "I thought you were trouble. How funny of me!" The cat seemed to ignore him. "Hello?" Miles called. Then he realized the silliness of his actions. He was talking to an animal! Despite this thought, he realized there was no one around to see him. "Whatever, I could use some company" Miles thought. Returning to his thoughts about the fish, he noticed the striped cat was sitting on the edge of the pond watching the fish. Miles laughed, "Good luck, I've been trying to get a fish all day!" That cat looked up at him and then back at the fish. The cat then got to its feet and leaned forward, tail twitching, whiskers quivering. Miles watched with growing interest. Could this cat know the secret? Suddenly the cat lashed out with a paw and slapped a fish out of the water!
Miles was stunned. The cat had gotten a fish! Not only that, but it had gotten a fish without losing balance and falling in! "How did you do that!?" he exclaimed as his behind wiggled frantically with excitement Miles watched, eyes wide, as the cat seemed to consider him for a moment. Then the cat looked at its tail, then back to Miles. Miles didn't understand what the cat was trying to show him with that gesture. Completely forgetting that he was talking to an animal, Miles asked "Can you please show me how to catch a fish? I'm so hungry!" The cat watched him for a moment, then began to return to the pond. As he watched the cat he realized "Balance! Cats have great balance!" He watched the cat closely, figuring he needed to mimic her every move if he was to succeed

Luckily, Miles was taking acting classes at school. He figured this would be just like his acting classes. No problem. As he did before every performance, he studied the subject he was to be acting as. Given the anatomical differences between him and the cat, this would be difficult, but he would manage. All he needed to mimic were her movements after all.

First he watched as the cat walked slowly and languidly towards the pond. Taking note of this movement, Miles got on his hands and knees and slowly crawled after her. That made sense. Being on all fours would provide much better balance. Then he took note of her tail. He watched as it moved gracefully back and forth. This stumped him. Here was his clear anatomical difference that couldn't be solved easily. He'd just have to try to copy as best he could. As he crawled, he slowly waved his behind from side to side. The cat meowed at him in seeming approval.
Finally they reached the pond. "Now what?" Miles asked his newfound friend, not even thinking about the fact he was talking to a cat. The cat got back in its hunting position, Miles echoed her. She gave a slight meow at his attempt. As Miles looked over at her and back at himself, he realized that his behind had stopped moving. "That's it!" he thought. He began slowly waving his behind again. The cat meowed approvingly at him, but did not look away. Instead she was watching his behind. "Am I doing it right?" Miles asked. The cat stayed silent. Miles figured he should just keep doing what he was doing.

They stood like this together for a few minutes. As he looked at his instructor, Miles felt a gentle pulling sensation and pressure in his behind. It felt as if he were taking his finger and pushing it against the back of his jeans. The rumbling returned to Miles' throat as he felt the "finger" meet the resistance of the back of his jeans, and then begin pushing down his pant leg. Whatever it was, it felt good. Finally it stopped, it felt like a fuzzy rope against his leg, and through his lower back muscles, he could feel it attempting to move against the restricting fabric of his jeans.
Now that the distraction was over, Miles returned to fishing. Seeming satisfied, the cat held up her paw in a ready position. She then lashed out at an empty spot of water as if trying to find a fish. Miles understood now! He returned his attention to the fish, patiently watching. As he watched he could feel the fuzzy rope in his pant leg trying to move back and forth. Miles saw his chance and lash out with his hand. But his balance was off and he almost fell in! He sat back and gave a noise of frustration "Mrrrrrrr....how did you make it look so easy?" He heard his feline teacher meow at him. But now there seemed to be a meaning behind that noise. "Loosen the stuff you have around your waist a bit, maybe its hindering you." It seemed to say. Miles thought about this. He could feel the fuzzy rope in his pant leg, straining against its confines. He remembered watching the cat's tail wave back and forth. He realized that this was the solution he was seeking! Reaching down, he took off his belt, undid his pants and lowed them slightly. He felt the muscles in his back respond, and the rope strained harder but still could not get out. Miles gave a noise of frustration that sounded a bit like the meows his friend had been instructing him with, but he didn't worry about it. Maybe if he sounded more like his new girlfriend he'd be able to keep understanding her. Not stopping to consider the oddness of this thought, he was getting ready to give up when he heard another meow from the cat, interpreted by his mind as "Try one more time, maybe you need to pull the stuff down farther?" Miles gave a slight noise of acknowledgement and slowly pulled his jeans down further. Suddenly he didn't feel the fuzzy rope against his leg anymore. "There you go! Try to catch a fish now, it should work." meowed the cat. Before he tried again, Miles pulled his pants back up, though it seemed like they were lower on his waist than he remembered. He paid it no mind. He wanted that fish.

He got back to his hands and knees, and resumed watching the fish, looking for his chance. Although his behind wasn't waving behind him, he felt better! He could feel the rope waving slightly behind him. He realized that he had a tail just like his instructor! He felt a supreme sense of balance. He could do this! He put his hand forward and....SPLASH! He whacked a fish out of the pond and onto the shore! Miles was so excited that he jumped to two feet gave a loud whoop of triumph. While it sounded normal to him, anyone listening would have heard something akin to "MEEEEEEYES!" His feline friend gave an encouraging meow, "Good job, you've earned it!" and turned to leave.

Fish momentarily forgotten, Miles called out to her. "Wait! Will I see you again? What is your name?" he said, completely oblivious to the fact that he was asking a cat for its name. "Oreo is my name." she meowed. "And we'll see. I enjoyed helping you catch your fish today." Miles was encouraged by her response. He'd like to see the beautiful cat again that he suddenly thought of as his girlfriend. The rumbling in his throat was as loud as ever, and at this point it could only be described as purring. He grabbed his fish, and walked back into the house, feeling the tail rubbing slightly against the hem of his jeans as he walked. Although it was a new appendage, all Miles felt was how glad he was to have it. How did he ever keep balance without his tail???

As miles set his prize on the kitchen table, he thought about how best to cook it, and went to get a fork and knife. Halfway to the counter he stopped. "Why do I need to cook it?" he thought, tail flicking slowly behind him. "Oreo was so helpful to me today, and I've seen cats like her eat it raw without a fork and knife. It must be the best way!" Purring to himself, he sat down to eat his fish. He realized that he had brought a knife back with him anyways. Shrugging, he figured he'd might as well use it. So Miles cut up the fish into several fillets. "Finally, my fresh fish." he thought, and began to rise to get a fork.

Unknown to Miles, Molly was watching her son this entire time from the second floor. She could barely contain her excitement when she had seen the tail slide down his pants. She was going to have a pet cat! It fit Miles well. He spent so much time with cats in the first place. That could be why he was taking so well to his changes in personality, and even the addition of a tail. Molly watched as her cat-to-be returned to the house with the fish. Molly watched him stop halfway to the counter, struggling with how to eat it. She smiled as she watched him return to the table with only a knife. He was clearly feline enough in personality now that he wanted his food raw....then she frowned as she watched him rise to get a fork. That wasn't right. He should be wanting to eat like a cat completely, and a fork certainly wasn't feline behavior. She watched in dismay as his tail slowly started to recede. Her spell was reversing! Then Molly remembered Oreo, the neighborhood stray that she had watched help her son learn how to fish like a cat. She remembered watching their "conversation" and seeing the tail grow, seeing Miles mimic Oreo's movements, acting just like a cat. Her spell seemingly responded to the presence of a true feline. That was it! She needed a cat in here to be an example to Miles. Without that her spell would fail. But how to do this? She thought hard. "Hmmmmm... Emma has always been very accepting of my instructions, she loves cats too, and it would only take a little push of feline behavior to begin her change. Maybe if they transformed alongside each other, they would bolster each other's changes?" Then she had another thought "On the other hand, Miles seems to have taken a liking to that stray Oreo. The inner feline that she'd awoken in Miles seemed to want to jump out when he was around her. Maybe it'd be better to bring a proven catalyst in? Yes, that’s it!” With that she went to look for Oreo.
As Molly passed the door to the kitchen, she saw miles eating the fish. Still raw, but he was using a fork and knife. Worse, his tail was even further gone, she could actually see it visibly shrinking. She needed to act fast. She knew where Oreo lived, in the thicket behind her fence. Remembering that there seemed to be a mutual affection between Oreo and Miles, Molly decided the best way to coax Oreo into the house would be to take a picture of miles with his receding tail, and show it to Oreo. The cat seemed to be very intelligent, and maybe seeing the loss of a potential feline friend would spur her to come stay in Molly's house. Molly quickly snapped a picture of miles eating his fish, with his barely three inch tail sticking over the hem of his jeans, and rushed out the door. She grabbed a fish as she passed the pond, just to be safe. Not to mention Oreo would need to show miles how to eat the fish properly to get his changes back on track. It shouldn't be as long a tutorial as the first time. In fact Molly believed that all Miles needed was the cat that had catalyzed the feline behavior and eventual tail to be in close proximity. Miles should begin to mimic his newfound friend's behavior in short order.

Exiting the fence, she quickly found the thicket. "Oreo!" she called. No reply. "Oreo!!!" she called more urgently. This time there was a rustle, and a pair of green irises seemed to shine from the thicket. The black and gray shorthair slowly emerged. "Thank goodness!" said Molly. She hoped that this cat was as intelligent as she thought. "I watched you teach Miles how to fish. He was becoming so good at it!" said Molly. Molly pulled out the picture of Miles eating with a fork and knife with his vanishing tail behind him and showed it to Oreo. The cat cocked her head, confused at the strange image. "He is eating it all wrong! And how is he going to get another fish when he needs it without the balance of his tail?" thought Oreo. Molly noticed this strange behavior and pressed her advantage. "I want you to come home with me. You can live with my family, and best of all, you will have a friend if you do!" She then pulled out the fish and showed it to Oreo. "All I need from you," continued Molly, "Is to be yourself." This won Oreo over. She gave a happy meow, and began walking towards the house. Molly gave a sigh of relief.

Molly opened the door and let Oreo in. She showed the cat to the kitchen and nearly gasped when she got there. The fish was gone, and Miles was putting the dish he had gotten while Molly was outside up. Even worse, the tail had been reduced to a mere bump above the hem of his jeans. Was she too late? Miles' reaction to Oreo should tell. "Miles?" she called. "What do you want?" responded Miles. That wasn't good, the attitude was back. Well here goes. "I figured it was time we got a pet!" said Molly. "Wha-" Miles started to respond but stopped at the sight of the gray and black shorthair behind his mom. "This is Oreo, Miles. I think we'll all like her!" Miles hesitated. "Well no harm in letting her stay for a little bit I guess." he said. Then Miles noticed that Oreo was carrying a fish in her mouth, just like the delicious one he had just eaten. "Hey mom, I don't suppose we have any more of those fish?" he asked. Molly brightened, "Of course we do honey. But don't take that one, that one belongs to Oreo. I'll be right back." Molly went to grab another fish. When she returned she heard Oreo eating the fish, and slowly peaked around the kitchen door. Miles had his back turned to Molly and was petting Oreo, rubbing all the way down her back and slowly up her tail. With joy she noticed that the bump that had been all that was left of Miles' tail was extending a bit. Each time his hand reached the tip of her tail, his bump would extend an inch more. She watched as his tail grew back to its full twelve inch length and gave a sigh of relief. Now that she had Oreo in the house, Miles would become more feline the longer he stayed with her.
Molly entered the kitchen. Miles turned around and Molly noticed that the pupils of his eyes were misshapen, they were more oval than circular, as if someone had squashed them together a bit. In addition, the surrounding irises seemed to be shot through with green. "I love Oreo mom! She is such a beautiful cat! Can we keep her, please?" he begged. "Of course honey." smiled Molly. Molly then brought out the fish. "Here is your fish hun!"

Miles looked down at Oreo and the cat meowed at him. "She says that I can have this fish." said Miles, his irises continuing to be consumed by green as he communicated with the feline. "How nice of her!" replied Molly. It soon became apparent just how profound an effect Oreo had already had on Miles. Instead of going to the counter to try and prepare the meal like he had last time, he immediately went to the table without any dish or silverware, and set the fish down. Staring at it for a second, he called "Oreo, you can come sit on the table by me." The cat joyful leapt to the table and sat down, watching. "I'm so glad you are back Oreo." Miles said. With that, he dug into his fish, picking it up with his hands and eating it without anything but his teeth. Molly watched her son eat in silence, his tail flicking lazily behind him. When Miles finished, he looked up at Molly with bright green, almond shaped eyes with elongated pupils. "Thank you for the fish mom!" Miles said through much sharper teeth. "And you Oreo, thank you so much for coming back. I missed you." Miles noticed some fish on his hand and began to lick it off. Oreo rubbed against him, purring, a purr which Miles returned. Miles yawned. "I'm tired." He remarked to Oreo. "Want to go take a catnap?" he asked his friend, chuckling at the irony of asking a cat to take a catnap.

As Oreo and Miles left the room, suddenly the silence was broken by the front door opening. In walked Emma, and behind her, an orange and white furred tomcat. Molly realized then that her spell must have not been limited to her son. It seems that it was taking the two most "catty" of her children and forming them into something more suitable. The first thing she noticed was that Emma wasn't exactly walking, at least not like a human. She was on all fours and her legs had shortened considerably. Her hands and feet were fully formed paws. She was wearing nothing but her underwear and was covered from head to toe in orange and white fur. Behind her waved a foot long tail. In fact the only part of her that had not significantly changed was her head and body shape. It was clear where Emma had been all day, she had been with this tomcat acting like a cat herself, and by the looks of it she was freely embracing he feline side.

When Emma finally looked up at mom, she spoke, "Meeeomm! Rrrrrthis is Oscarrrrrrr." Her voice had degraded so much it was hard to understand. "I mmeeeove him soww meeeuch! Pleeeaseee leeet him stayow!" she pleaded. "Of course sweetie." Molly said. At this, Molly watched Emma's eyes light up with joy....and stay lit. They visibly narrowed into an almond shape, pupils elongated, and finally settled into a pair of steal gray feline eyes. "Thrrranks meeeoomm!" With that, Emma and Oscar trotted outside to sleep under a tree. With how changed Emma already was it proved Molly's earlier thought: her magic needed a true cat nearby to catalyze it. All she had needed was that bit of feline behavior from the tomcat and she had latched onto it and never looked back. Molly imagined she would have a new cat by tomorrow. Of course Miles was taking a bit longer because of the mishap earlier, but it was only a matter of time for him too.

Meanwhile, Miles and Oreo had settled down to take their nap. Oreo slept peacefully, but Miles’ nap was anything but. As he slept, tail waving lazily behind him, Miles had a dream. As his dream slowly came into focus, Miles found himself in a room full of cat toys with Oreo sitting on a table watching him. To his surprise, and belated he realized, his happiness, Oreo spoke to him. "Miles you have come so far since I first met you and taught you how to fish. But I know we both want more." Miles nodded and let out a purr. "That right there!" Oreo exclaimed, "Didn't that feel wonderful?" Miles nodded. "I love the feeling it gives me in my throat." he said. "Of course you do!" purred Oreo. "It’s what we do when we feel happy." "We, what do you mean, we?" Miles asked, confused. "Cats of course." replied Oreo. "But I'm not a cat." said Miles, although he said it hesitantly like he wasn't quite sure. "Of course you are. Let’s examine what it means to be a cat and we will see if you really aren't one yourself." Oreo meowed.

"First of all, you’re purring. You do it when you are content, you enjoy it no?" asked Oreo. "Yes I do." said Miles. "Well that's pretty cat-like isn't it?" she asked. Before he could respond, she plowed on. "Next let’s look at your eating habits. You have a craving for fish above other foods, you were taught by me, a cat, how to hunt like a cat. You eagerly learned I might add. When you finally ate your fish, you ate it just like me, raw, and with nothing but your teeth. Very feline is it not?" "Well yes...but...." Miles was beginning to see her point. "Finally," she said, "You have a tail, just like mine. Unless I'm much mistaken, you enjoy it. If not we can always get rid of it..." Miles looked back at his black and gray striped tail waving slowly behind him. Suddenly miles couldn't imagine life without it. "No!" he exclaimed. "How will I keep my balance without my tail?" "Now you are making sense!" purred Oreo. "But look at the rest of me." said Miles. "I have a tail like you, I act like you from time to time, but other than that the similarities end." "Well Miles...” Oreo replied. "You have a point there, but you know what, I think there is a cat in you. How else would you explain your feline tendencies, not to mention a having a tail just like mine?" "What do you mean there is a cat in me?" Miles asked. "Being around me seems to bring out the feline in you Miles. If you stay with me, I think you will come to love me. To help you out, I know you have some trouble understanding me, let’s rectify that shall we?" With that the dream ended. Miles stirred in his sleep, tail lashing to the side. As he slept, his ears gently pulled to the top of his head, the cartilage stretching and coming to a point, leaving two black furred ears at the top of his head. Miles gave a low purr and slumbered on.
"Miles? Miles, get up lets get some food!" The voice was like music to Miles' ears causing them to flick in joy, as he awoke to see Oreo staring at him. "Hello my friend" he said, not even thinking to question how he had clearly understood Oreo's meowing. "Someone had a good dream. You are smiling from ear to ear." said Oreo. "I did, it was wonderful." he said with a purr. Suddenly he sniffed a couple of times. "Do you smell that?" he asked Oreo. He sniffed again, and Oreo saw a pinkish tone starting to overtake his nose. Knowing what this meant, she played coy. "No, I don't smell anything." "Well I certainly do!" exclaimed Miles. With one last deep sniff, his nose flattened out, turned pink, and add a split formed down his lip. "I smell milk!" he said.

Miles, smiling from ear to ear, got up and started towards the kitchen. "What are you doing?" Oreo's voice stopped him. "Huh?" he replied. "Why are you walking on two legs? Isn't it easier to walk on four?" she said. Miles thought back to how being on four legs had helped him balance to catch the fish, how good it felt. But he hit a block. “No, I’m used to walking on two legs.” He said. “Well, have it your way. Just don’t cry to me when you fall.” Said Oreo. With that they continued towards the kitchen. However, Miles was walking shakily. Like his legs had lost strength. He tried as best he could to keep walking, but it was no use. Finally he gave up and fell to his hands and knees. “See? I told you it was easier.” Said Oreo smugly. “You are right as usual.” Miles laughed. Posture correct, Miles crawled towards the kitchen alongside his girlfriend.

As he crawled, Miles' began to adjust to the posture. His toes shortened into stubs and his feet shrunk considerably, pulling him up onto his heel. Following his feet, his hind legs shortened dramatically until he could comfortably place both feet on the floor with his legs not bent….although his feet couldn’t really be called feet anymore. They looked exactly like his friend’s paws. His hands followed suite. Finally, his midsection contorted, thinning out a bit, yet lengthening as he shrank. As he shrank, his clothes seemed to get too big for him. “Why are you wearing that stuff anyways? Isn’t it restraining?” Oreo asked. “You know what, you are right again.” Replied Miles as he slipped out of his clothes. “Much better.” By the time they had reached the kitchen, Miles was walking on four hairless legs that looked exactly like Oreo's. He also was no taller than Oreo. This is the life, he thought. No worries, and a beautiful girlfriend to live forever with.

As they entered the kitchen, Miles noticed two white and orange cats sleeping in the corner. Molly turned to her new arrivals, smiling at the sight of the almost completely transformed Miles. "Don't mind Emma and Oscar, you will get along fine. Here is your milk, enjoy" she said. Miles and Oreo immediately began to lap up their milk. As he drank, he had difficulty getting much to stay in his mouth. But luckily, Oreo was there to help him. "No, you have to cup your tongue under the milk a bit, that way it brings more to your mouth." she said. Miles followed her advice, and with a little flattening and lengthening of his tongue to help him out, drank the entire bowl. Molly watched her son drink, his head was buried in the bowl, but she swore it looked different. Sure enough, as Miles lifted his head, she was greeted with not the face of a human boy, but the hairless face of an american shorthair cat. "How do you feel Miles?" she asked. "Meow" he replied. Molly smiled. Oreo looked on the now feline face of Miles with love. She had understood Miles' reply to Molly as him being cold. She purred and rubbed against Miles. "Of course you are cold silly. What do I have that you are missing?" She rubbed up against him again, her soft fur feeling wonderful against Miles' bare skin...soft fur….wait that was it! “Oreo, I love your fur. It’s so soft.” Said Miles. “It keeps me warm too.” Said Oreo. “Let’s go curl up together for another nap. I’ll keep you warm.” Miles agreed immediately.

As they entered the living room, they laid down in the sun of the window together. “Oreo, I want fur like yours.” Miles said. Oreo purred at him. “Of course you do. Try grooming that short hair of yours and let’s see if we can bring your real coat out.” Miles began to lick his hairless paw. As he did he noticed his short hair turning darker. “That’s all we needed. We needed to clean you up! Here I’ll help.” Said Oreo. With that Oreo helped him in his grooming, each lick thickening the growing fur until Miles was covered. “Mrrrrrrrrrr it feels so good!” Miles exclaimed. With that they fell asleep together.

Miles had another dream. In this one he was some strange, hairless, two legged creature. It disgusted him. Where was his fur? Where was his tail? How would he balance on two legs? Miles’ tail lashed from side to side as his nightmare continued. Would he be like this forever? Suddenly, a gray and black cat appeared. It spoke to him. “Miles, I’m sorry, we can’t be together anymore.” Miles yelled in anguish.

Suddenly he was awoken by a pleasant sensation above his ears. He looked up and saw Oreo licking him. He looked over himself. Fur? Check. Tail? Check. Four legs? Check. He gave a purr of relief. “That was so scary.” He said to Oreo. “I dreamed that I was some kind of strange creature and that you left me. “I’ll never leave you.” Purred Oreo. With that they fell back to sleep, happily together.
From the second floor Molly watched the two cats sleep. This had worked perfectly. Not only had her son fully embraced his inner feline, but her daughter had taken it on herself to find her own catalyst. She now had four cats. She was going to need a bigger house. As she continued to think to herself, she realized how much she enjoyed this process. With a little suggestion and the help of the magic in her blood she had transformed two people into cats. This could be fun. There were all sorts of people out there waiting to embrace their inner animal…hmmm….what better place to start than the zoo?

To be continued????