My Pet Cat Turned Into A Boy!

I looked at the growing pile of papers on my desk and tried not to panic.
“How’s that going, Casey?” a voice asked from above me.
I jumped at the same time dropping the papers I was holding on the floor.
My name was actually Cassandra but everyone liked to call me Casey for short – Cassandra, as it turned out, was a bit too much of a mouth full for most people.
“Dammit, Baek! You scared the hell out of me.” I said grumpily, retrieving my papers rather aggressively.
“Touchy, touchy! I think someone needs their coffee,” he tutted.
I glared up at him, his head floating above the flimsy wall that separated our cubicles.
“Do I LOOK like I’ve got time for coffee?”
He rested his chin on his folded arms and surveyed me with some amusement, slowly taking in my hair piled up on top of my head in a messy bun and my reading glasses that had slid down the end of my nose.
“I guess not.”
His hair was styled to perfection and the rest of him would be just as impeccable I thought resentfully – usually it was a quality I admired in him but today I found it decidedly irritating.
“Anyway, I was just going to grab some coffee and I was wondering if you wanted me to bring you one.”
“Baek, have I ever told you how much I love you?” I said completely forgetting my previous irritation as I grabbed his hand in desperate gratitude. “And if I’m ever mean to you again I’ll….I’ll think of something,” I ended lamely.
He snorted and leaned further into my cubicle fixing a stray lock of hair that had fallen over my eye.
“The usual, then – extra large mocha?” he asked.
“Thank-“
“Did someone say coffee?”
A deep voice boomed from the other side of my small cubicle making me jump for a second time in less than five minutes. I turned to glare at the offending head that popped into view over my wall, along with a pair of wide set shoulders.
He was the opposite of Baekhyun. His hair was messy and sticking up at various angles. He wore loose fitting clothes that looked like they had seen better days but somehow the whole look worked for him. He leaned over my wall causing the whole structure to groan ominously – I felt vaguely alarmed, not so much for fear of destroying the company’s property, but more at the prospect of having nothing separating me from Chanyeol. He could be really loud sometimes – like really, really loud, to the point that I had once considered whether I could pass off throwing my stapler at his head as an accident.
“Is it alright if I come with? I’m gagging for some coffee,” he said running his hand over his face tiredly (I noticed the dark circles ringing his eyes). “I’m exhausted after the president had us go after – ouch!”
Baekhyun had thrown a heavy folder at Chanyeol who looked at him in surprise. Baekhyun gave him a warning look and made a cutting motion across his throat emphatically.
“Why are you – oh, right. It’s confidential. Got it!” said Chanyeol with a side long glance at me.
Baekhyun rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, “I don’t even know why I bother sometimes.”
“What’s confidential?” I asked curiously.
This wasn’t the first time I had caught them talking about something that they obviously didn’t want me to know about – or more accurately, that they weren’t allowed to talk about. It was all extremely annoying – you’d think Baek would at least tell me what was going on. We were best friends, after all. We had known each other since primary school which is why I had been so surprised when he ended up working for MAMA Publishing’s with me. This had never been his sort of thing, he had always been more into sports and martial arts. He had even competed professionally for hapkido and judo. I had no idea how he had ended up here with me.
“Nothing,” answered Baekhyun quickly.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“And how exactly is the President involved in all of this?”
“The President has nothing to do with anything, Casey. Anyway I’m going to grab your coffee before you think up any more crazy conspiracies,” said Baekhyun nonchalantly as he quickly left.
“Wait for me,” said Chanyeol hurrying after him.
Now I knew the President of the company was definitely involved – I could always tell when Baekhyun was lying. I looked at the pile of papers awaiting me and shrugged. I was way too busy to worry about trivial things, right now. I mean it’s not like they were up to something dangerous or anything. We worked in a company that published manga series for heaven’s sakes!
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It was past ten o’clock by the time I got home – but at least I’d finished all the translations on time, so they were ready for tomorrow. I locked my car and quickly made my way towards my apartment when I saw something glint from under a bush. I got such a fright I almost ran towards my door but I quickly realized it was just a cat. It was lying on a bit of a grass under a bush.
Poor thing.
It looked so sad…and it was hurt! It was licking its hind paw and I could see blood running down its leg. I took a couple of steps closer, it snapped its head in my direction and hissed.
“Shhh. Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you,” I said as soothingly as I could taking another step forward. It hissed angrily again.
I stopped - trying to think what to do. I couldn’t just leave it here!
An idea struck me and I quickly ran up to my apartment. I poured milk into a small bowl and quickly ran out of my apartment again. I took the lift back down, hoping the cat hadn’t run away.
It was still there. It eyed me warily as I approached, its heckles rising with each one of my steps. I crouched down a couple of steps away setting the bowl in front of me. It sniffed the air then slowly stood up as it eyed me suspiciously. It took a cautious step forward then another. After a quick hesitation it lowered its head and started lapping up the milk. I waited until it had finished drinking before slowly extending my hand towards the cat. It lifted its head and cautiously sniffed me then it rubbed its head against the palm of my hand. I smiled as I began to pet it – its fur was incredibly soft.
It was a beautiful cat. Its fur was sleek and grey, shining under the street light it looked almost blue.
‘Don’t worry, little buddy. I’ll take care of you,’ I cooed softly.
I picked him up, half expecting him to go mental and shred my face but he only meowed softly - his leg must be hurting him. I’d take him to the vet first thing tomorrow morning – I would have to call in to work and warn them I was going to be very late. Then I would have to call into the police station and inquire whether anyone had lost a cat.

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