My Metamorphosis: A Furry Paw

I awoke one morning and realized that I had been changed into a cat. I lay there curled up in a ball with my legs wrapped into my stomach and my tail gently swooping around. My whiskers tickle my face as I scrunch my nose and look down at my new body, four furry paws and all.

I stood up and tried to on two of my feet, now paws and realized that I needed to use all four paws. I stretched and cried out in terror because I suddenly had the urge to lick myself. What is happening to me? Am I dreaming? I looked down at the floor, which was quite far away because my bed was very high from the ground. I was scared to get down in fear that I would not be able to work my new four paws correctly. I did not want to cause any damage to myself. It was already 7:15 and my sister would be getting ready for work soon. I was supposed to be watching Connor, my nephew all day. How would my family react to my new body? What would they say I thought to myself? Suddenly I heard the faintest knock on my door.

I tried to speak, but only meows came out. I wasn’t sure what to do. I pounced off my bed onto the couch at the foot of my bed and scampered towards the door with my tail in the air. I now faced the dilemma of how I would open my own door. I did not have hands I only had paws. I would not be able to reach the door handle anyways now that I was so short and unable to walk on just two feet. I began scratching at the door with my claws that were quite sharp in an attempt to get the person to come into my room.  

The knock gets louder and more frequent. My sister must be worried about me. “Linda?” my sister says loudly. “Are you awake? I have to get to work?” My sister slowly opens the door to my room and steps on my tail. OUCH! I meow extremely loudly and run and hide under the bed. My sister follows me and grabs me. “Sorry kitty, have you seen my sister?” I begin to speak in cat voices and she seems to understand me. She continues to hold me as I tell her what happened when I awoke that morning. She stares into my big blue cat eyes and smiles. I am shocked at how calm she is being about this considering I am no longer human. She pats me and I begin purring loudly. I’m a little embarrassed by it because I feel very happy just being held in my sister’s arms. My sister and I continue talking and soon enough my nephew, Connor awakes and runs into my room screaming. My sister picks him up and explains to him that I am now a cat. He begins crying and says, “No! That is not Auntie! That is a cat. Auntie has glasses.” My sister and I begin to chuckle. I lay there in my sister’s arms curled up in a ball wishing I was able to comfort my nephew. I am no longer able to give him a hug or help him color. I begin to cry at the very thought of this because I love my nephew and I always want to be there for him. However, it seems impossible when I am a cat and he does not believe that I am his Auntie. Suddenly, my nephew reached up to pet me and tears were in my eyes. He said, “I love you Auntie, even if you are a cat.”