Harry sniffed around the kitchen looking for something to eat.  He snuck into the cabinet where they kept all the cans, and found some tuna (which he had an odd craven for ever since he was turned into a cat) but realized he couldn't work the can opener with paws.   Harry swore loudly.

"what is this?" asked a squeaky voice.

"dobby!" mewed Harry who was surprised to see the house elf that was obsessed with him.

"oh a kitty!" cried dobby, he was carrying the leftover meat pie, and he dropped it at seeing the cat under his feet.

Harry immediately begun to eat the pie not caring that it had been on the floor, house elves keep their kitchens so clean anyway.

"you must be hungry master cat!" then he scurried off to get the other house elves who enjoyed serving cats not because they were cute, but because they like being servants, to anything.

Harry finished the meat pie and was licking the floor clean when a hoard of house elves came all carrying trays of different types of fish, or bowels of milk and cream.   Harry purred even though he was going to loose the skinny cat outlook.

After a great deal of feasting Harry was full.  He laid in a bowl of milk and purred contently.

"thank you my good house elves, that will be all," he rumbled happily.

"master cat dobby has brought you a surprised!"  the little guy squeaked, he pulled out a small round  ball from his tea cozy and threw it at Harry.

"what was the meaning of that-" Harry had begun to yowl, then he sniffed it, it smelled good.  Harry felt good.  Very good.

Harry sniffed again, and again.  He got a very happy sensation, like he was floating on air.  He purred.

"wee!!! What ever that was elf dude, thanks for chucking it at my head,"  Harry meowed.

The house elves were happy that Harry was pleased.  Harry was very happy.

"I feel pretty! Oh so pretty! Oh so pretty and gay!" Harry begun to sing, though you would probably chuck an old boot at him at this point.

Harry begun to sniff the little ball more and stare at all the pretty colors swirling around him.

"it's all cool, I'm calm, oh yeah," he meowed.

The house elves had went back to work, but Harry didn't care.  At this point Harry didn't have a care in the world.  Harry was very happy.

He watched all the shiny lights on the wall pleasantly.  Then his adoring fans floated to him. 

"I must sing for them" he thought to himself.

"you are sixteen going on seventeen," he began to sing.  His yowling sick cat cries bothered the ever pleasant house elves.  Even dobby agreed to kick him out. 

Harry scratched at the door and yowled.  He wasn't offended that they kicked him out, he was just horrified that the separated him from his little ball of wonders.

Finally Harry gave up and went to Ginny's dorm.  It took a very long time, since he couldn't walk in a strait line.

When Harry woke up the next morning, he not only felt uncomfortably full, but like he got based in the head with a load of bricks several times.

"Chester boy what's wrong!" Ginny asked in the annoying baby talk voice that Harry deeply hated.

Then she sniffed Harry, "bad Chester you got yourself into catnip didn't you!"