Never was a cat person (Emma)

She was a cat. Lenna was a cat. They were both cats… together. No, She did not know the woman. They had just met, if by ‘just met’, you mean thrust into a difficult and confusing situation. Together. The how and why we’re not incredibly important, but for the sake of general knowledge, here it is.

How: a mutant did it. It a wizard. One of the two. There had been a flash, the world had gone bad resolution, Grainy, too yellow, too reverse coloration, then too vivid, too photo negative, too black and white, all in rapid succession. Then, regular colorations (got cats), for her. Which was weird. It meant that for the moment, Lenna had no access to her mutation. She was uncertain what she was, how long this would last, or where her telekinesis had gotten off to. All she knew was that she, and one other, were at a lower perspective. Closer to the ground. There was a burger box in front of her. It was larger than if she had been usual sized. She was not usual sized. The box said big snack. They sold them at one particular chain of fats food.

Why: she did not know. Because food is good sometimes, and sometimes you need a bigger snack? Oh. Why this happened. Right. Her pocket had been picked. Money taken. It had not been a fancy wallet, no credit cards were contained within. Just some cash. Not even a lot. $50, maybe? No id, no important papers or pictures. She has chased out of principle, not need. Could have lived without the cash. Could have used her power too. Not anymore.

Another person had bumped into the thief, wrong place, wrong time. The thief had been young, in a cloak. Child maybe? Shorter height, 4’? 4’5”? Gender not specified. Hood.

Who wears hoods, really? And cloaks.

Probably wizard.

Vile magic has been used. Or mutation. And now they were

They were

They were

She swore a caustic stream. It came out meow mew meow mrowwwl.

She looked at other woman. She was a cat. She looked at a shop window. Her reflection. White fur with a black spot shaped like the helmet of Darth Vader, on the nose.

If she had been a a cat, she would have thought Dark orange. This was okay.

Lenna looked to other cat.

Meow, she said. It translated to Hello. Cats can speak to other cats.

She did not know where the person had gone. Mew mew. “Did you see?”