If it would have been any other day, perhaps he would still be a human but guess the neighbor witch’s powers were extra strong today it bring The 13th of Friday.

Maybe if he was more careful were he was walking, he wouldn’t have bumped into her, knocking over her coffee, spilling some on her favorite dress.

He was at home when he started meowing in between words at the table. He ran to his bedroom and the transformation started, fur growing, growing a tail. Shrinking smaller and smaller. Losing his ability to speak like a human. Soon he’ll just be a feline. Confused about why everything looks so huge. Maybe tomorrow he’ll return back to normal?