My Pet Cat Turned Into A Boy!

It had been two weeks since I had adopted Fluffy – yes, I know! Not very original. But while trying to think of a name for the cat I had started calling it Fluffy, and it just
sort of stuck. His leg had healed up really nicely and the vet had given him all the necessary shots.
After my inquiry at the police station had turned up nothing I had thought about giving the cat up for adoption, problem was I had started looking forward to the way it
waited for me in front of door when I got home, and to the way it curled up in my lap when I was watching television. I even let the bloody cat sleep in my bed, and
after a week I had finally admitted to myself that I was never going to give Fluffy away – even after he had torn two rolls of paper to shreds and ripped my drapes
down the middle. He had looked so guilty I couldn’t even bring myself to be angry at him. But besides those incidents he was the sweetest cat ever, he didn’t even
make a fuss when I bathed him, in fact he seemed to enjoy playing in the water. He never scratched or bit me and he even enjoyed riding in the car with me, he would
lie on the dashboard and fall asleep. And now two weeks later I had to admit I loved Fluffy to bits, and I couldn’t imagine not having him around. I hated leaving him at
home when I had to go to work.
But today was Sunday and that meant – no work! I took Fluffy to the park and spent the day enjoying the sun, at first I had been afraid Fluffy might run away, but I
couldn’t have been more wrong. He stuck really close to me the whole time except for chasing after the occasional butterfly. I was leaning against a tree trunk reading
a book and Fluffy was watching a dog chasing after a stick with some interest.
‘I don’t suppose you want to play fetch,’ I murmured jokingly.
And, I swear to God, the cat shot me a disdainful look before looking away superiorly.
‘Fluffy, come here,’ I called him.
He turned his back to me completely and huffed, his tail flicking against the grass in annoyance. Sometimes he did this when I called him Fluffy – like he didn’t like the name, not that I could blame him.
“Maybe I should find you a new name,” I mused out loud.
Fluffy turned around with a soft meow and jogged up to me, rubbing his head against my hand. I sat stunned. There was no way, just no way, he could have possibly understood what I’d just said. It was just a coincidence. I didn’t have time to dwell on it though as my phone began to ring. It was Baek. He wanted to come over for a movie night. We hadn’t had one in ages because we had both been so busy with work. I happily agreed. He would bring the movies and I would make the popcorn.
When I got home I took another shower and changed into something more comfortable – a large worn Guns N’ Roses t-shirt and a pair of shorts because it was boiling hot. As I finished changing I leaned down to pat Fluffy on the head. He was watching me from the bed lazily and purred when I patted him. The doorbell rang and I ran to get it. Baekhyun stood there with a grin on his face. He opened his arms and I jumped into them as he gave me a bear hug.
After we broke the hug he looked behind me and his eyes widened in surprise.
‘When did you get a cat?’
I whirled around and saw Fluffy staring at Baekhyun intently, his tail flicking from side to side.
‘I found him on the street and decided to keep him. He’s the sweetest cat and so smart too,’ I said proudly.
‘I love cats,’ said Baekhyun enthusiastically as he crouched down on the floor and made to pat Fluffy.
Fluffy’s fur stood on end, he hissed and raised his paw threateningly. Baekhyun pulled his hand back and stood up quickly.
‘Too bad they don’t seem to share the sentiment,’ I said trying, and failing, not to laugh.
‘I thought you said he was sweet,’ he said accusingly.
‘He usually is,’ I said bending down to pick up Fluffy, who immediately started purring in my arms. ‘See.’
‘All I see is your cat giving me the evils,’ said Baekhyun keeping a safe distance between us.
‘You’re not giving him the evils, are you, baby?’ I cooed at Fluffy in a baby voice.
‘Oh my God, you’re becoming one of those people,’ said Baekhyun in a tragic tone of voice.
‘What people?’
‘You know, the type that talk to their animals and end up as old spinsters with fifty cats.’
‘Hey! I happen to like cats – and talking to them too,’ I added the last in a murmur as I gave Fluffy a peck on the head.
An hour and a half later later we were well into our first film and both equally terrified. It was a horror film, and it sure was living up to its genre, as I tried to hide my face behind a bowl of deliciously buttered popcorn. Baek had tried to play it cool at first, but had firmly given up on that about half an hour ago as he shamelessly cowered behind me now. Fluffy was lying on the table staring at us and judging hard – only the way cats can.
‘No, no, no, don’t go there – GAH! He went there,’ said Baek in disgust.
‘No, no, no, don’t touch that – GEEZUS!’ I shouted almost dropping the popcorn.
Almost at the end of the movie when it was at its gory scariest, Baek and I had our arms wrapped around each other, I was carefully peeking at the TV screen ready to turn my face away at any sign of danger – yeah, so I’m a bit of a wimp – when Baekhyun let out an unearthly screech, and jumped up in the air, dislodging me in the process. I promptly rolled off him, and landed on the floor with a loud thwack (and a string of curses that would have done a sailor proud) as my head cracked against the table.
In an uncharacteristic show of amazing flexibility and quick reflexes I quickly rolled back up on to my feet, grabbed my brass candleholder (given to me by my Aunt Lissete and which I suspected I had kept to use in moments such as these) and waved it around wildly, while shouting, ‘WHAT? WHERE? WHAT IS IT?’
Baekhyun, who was now sitting on the back of my couch and cradling his left hand close to his chest, was staring at me with wide eyes.
‘Are you okay? You hit your head pretty hard.’
‘Well, now that you mention it,’ I said resting one of my hands on my hip and gulping in air like a dying fish, ‘I do feel quite…dizzy.’
I collapsed on the couch my head spinning both from the scare and, what was probably, a mild concussion.
‘Are you okay, Cas?’
‘What the hell were you screeching about anyway?’ I snapped at him.
‘First of all, I don’t screech,’ he said in a dignified tone of voice.
‘Oh, really? So what do you call that?’
‘That was a very manly, and entirely understandable, exclamation of pain when your demon cat sank his bloody teeth into my hand,’ said Baekhyun with a wary look in said demon cat’s direction.
‘Fluffy?’ I asked in surprise as I followed his gaze.
‘Fluffy!? You seriously named that thing Fluffy?’ asked Baekhyun incredulously.
‘I’m sure he was just trying to play,’ I said looking at a very unpreoccupied looking Fluffy as he licked his paw.
‘Really? This is playing?’ he asked holding up his bleeding hand for me to see.
‘Fluffy! Bad kitty! Very bad kitty,’ I said wagging my finger reproachfully at him.
Baekhyun turned to look at me and his eyes widened.
‘Oh my God! You’re bleeding, Casey!’
At that moment I felt something drip down my face. I put my hand up to my forehead and it came back red.
‘Oh! That can’t be good,’ I said feeling incredibly light headed all of a sudden.
‘I’m taking you to the hospital. C’mon!’
I stood up and everything started spinning. I staggered to the bin in my kitchenette just in time to throw up all the popcorn I’d just eaten in the last hour.
‘Shit, I think you’re concussed,’ said Baekhyun bending over me as I collapsed on the floor.
‘Is that what this is?’ I asked feeling really dazed and barely understanding my own words.
‘Hey! I can walk,’ I protested as he put his arms under my knees and picked me up bridal style.
‘I highly doubt that,’ he said wryly.
The last thing I saw before leaving the apartment, was Fluffy looking extremely distraught – or maybe that was just the concussion making me think that.
‘Don’t worry! I’m fine,’ I whispered to him before Baekhyun closed the door behind us.
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A few hours later after I had been diagnosed with a – surprise, surprise! – concussion, Baekhyun drove me home and insisted on staying over. The doctor had advised someone be present to wake me up every four hours or so, just to be safe. The wound on my forehead had been shallow enough that it didn’t need any stitches, the doctor had explained that head injuries often bleed a lot. Everything was a big blur to me, and a lot of this was told to me the next day by Baekhyun – including how I had been singing Backstreet Boys songs in the waiting room and later accused the doctor of killing Dumbledore (although at this point Baekhyun had admitted that, to be fair, the doctor had sort of looked like Alan Rickman). I vaguely remembered Baekhyun saying he was sleeping in the lounge if I needed anything, but sometime during the night I felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around me and a voice whisper ‘I’m sorry’ into my ear. At the same time this incredible smell wafted over me, it smelled like how I imagined a Giorgio Armani’s perfume for men would smell, dangerous and utterly delicious.
‘Don’t worry, Baek. It’s not your fault,’ I murmured with what I hoped was a comforting pat on his arm and passed out.
‘Cas, wake up! Wake up!’
A voice was saying urgently as someone shook me. I woke up feeling incredibly confused.
‘What? What’s happening?’
‘Doctor’s orders, remember?’ said Baekhyun softly as he stroked my head.
‘Oh, right, I guess,’ I murmured still feeling confused. ‘Didn’t you apologise to me like a minute ago?’
‘Apologise? No. Why would I apologise when it was your bloody cat that attacked me, and it was you that hit yourself on that table? I see myself as nothing more than a victim in this whole story. I blame that cat – and the table,’ he said jokingly.
I guess I had just imagined it then, I thought before falling asleep, but I could still smell that wonderful smell next to me. I guess I was just going to have to chalk it all up to the concussion.
How wrong I was.
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I was going to find out how wrong I was exactly two days later. I had gone to sleep that Tuesday like any other Tuesday, with Fluffy sleeping contently beside me. I woke up the next day way before my alarm, for some reason, something didn’t seem right. I felt incredibly warm, and instinctively I turned towards the source of the heat, my hand connecting with something hard and warm – and much too human.
My eyes snapped open and the first thing I saw was a perfectly sculpted pec just inches away from my nose. My gaze travelled all the way up smooth tan skin to an alarmingly unfamiliar, albeit beautiful, face.
I jumped out of bed faster than if someone had set it on fire with a soul piercing scream. The boy sat up rubbing his eyes in apparent confusion, then he looked down and his eyes widened – and so did mine when I realized how very naked he was. I screamed again and lugged a heavy book from my bookshelf at him.
‘Wait! Calm down. I can explain,’ he said taking a step off the bed.
I screamed even more loudly and jumped up on my table picking up my stapler and throwing it at him. I looked around the room frantically for my mobile and spotted it next to him on my nightstand.
‘HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! HELP!’ I shouted as loudly as I could.
He cursed, and before I could react, he had lunged across the distance separating us and thrown me over his shoulder. He was so quick I barely registered dangling over his back before I’d been unceremoniously dumped back on the bed. I scampered back on the bed and tried to jump off, but he caught me easily around the waist, flipping me back around like I weighed nothing. We then had a brief but somewhat violent tussle as I kicked, punched and bit with every ounce of strength I had, only to be overpowered with disconcerting ease. I was trapped under him and he had his hand covering my mouth so I couldn’t scream.
‘I need you to calm down, Casey. Take a deep breath,’ he said soothingly.
I narrowed my eyes at him, wandering how the hell he knew my name – oh my God, maybe he was one of those stalker serial killers that liked to torture their victims before killing them, I thought in horror. I really had to stop watching horror movies with Baekhyun. If I made it out of this alive I swore never again to go near another slasher flick.
‘I’m not going to hurt you. I swear. I just need you to keep calm and hear me out, okay? Now, if I remove my hand will you promise not to scream?’ he asked me with pleading eyes.
After a second, I slowly nodded and as soon as he removed his hand I started screaming for all I was worth. He quickly covered my mouth again and sighed. Meanwhile I was trying very hard not to focus on the fact that there was a very naked boy lying on top of me, and that the only thing separating us was my flimsy boxer shorts and tank top. And something that was really annoying me was how good he smelled, a pervert maniac had no right smelling this good…and somehow the smell seemed really familiar.
‘This is so not how I wanted this to happen,’ the boy said quietly. ‘You know me, Casey. Look at me.’
I looked directly into his eyes and the hairs at the back of my neck stood on end. I was getting a really bad feeling about this.
‘It’s me, Fluffy. Your cat,’ he said softly.
I bit his hand as hard as I could, and he pulled it back with a surprised yelp.
‘If you hurt Fluffy - I swear to God, I’m going to kill you! FLUFFY! FLUFFY!’ I called frantically.
The boy sighed again and suddenly he started shrinking and transforming, and suddenly in his place was Fluffy, lying on top of my chest.
‘Oh, I see,’ I said very calmly before fainting.

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