The busy street in New York was bursting with cars, people and smog from the constructions. And in a small alley a little cat was sitting, watching and thinking what to do.

What to do, you ask? Well...

'Oh come on,' said the cat in a not particular direction. 'No one needs to know about my failure,' the cat pouted.

The small British short hair cat with white fur and cute brown spots around its body is in distress. He was once a human. A human who can do magic and see things others can't.

'Yeah, like you, wanker.'

Well that was rude.

Anyways where was I.

The cat rolled his eyes and sighed.

The human who's name is Arthur tried a new spell. He wanted to shapeshift, and he thought shifting into a cat would be easy, and it actually was, but! Shifting back wasn't possible anymore. He doesn't know why or what he did wrong but he's in this tiny little body for two days now and he looks terrible.

'And you look rubbish!'

You don't even know what I look like!

'And I don't need to know!' he snarled.

But what was he supposed to do? His life just began! Just kidding, his life began 25 years ago, and now he's a cat, how embarrassing is that?

'I'm just going to tune you out. I'm not listening to you anymore.' Arthur layed down with his head on his paws.

He layed there, not knowing what to do and what he should eat. But he didn't have to wait for long, because in this moment a young guy came around and saw the little cat laying.

"Aww~ you're so cute~." He smiled to himself and kneeled down to pet the cat, but Arthur seeing the boys hand coming towards him backed up, but stopped when a thought came to his mind.

'Maybe he could give me food?'

He came slowly towards the boy and let him pet him.

"Are you alone? Oh, you're poor thing." He scratched the cats head, while Arthur tried not to let someone see his dignity fall, because he actually pretended to be cat right now.

Arthur looked sideways, indicating that he didn't liked what I just said...Oh.

Not my fault you turned yourself into a cat, Arthur.

The cat growled and the boy thought that he growled at him and backed his hand away.

"Oh, sorry." The boy looked at the cat for a moment and then reached into his pocket and pulLED OUT- his phone... I thought it's gonna be a sausage or cheese or something.

'Why would he have a sausage or cheese in his jacket, that would be disgusting,' snarled Arthur in his head at me.

Why not? It would be different for once.

He tipped something on his phone and put it back. He straightened up his posture to put his backpack on the floor next to him. He opened it and fished around until he pulled out a sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap.

Arthur's eyes widened and he came closer. His stomach starting to rumble on the sight of the food.

The boy chuckled, seeing the cats reaction. "You must be very hungry." He unwrapped it and tore a piece of ham from the sandwich and gave it to the cat "Here."

'At least he didn't put it on the floor,' thought Arthur relieved and took the piece of ham from his hand, just to sit on his hindpaws and eat it, while trying to hold it with his paws.

"Gosh, you eat so cute." He smiled.

Arthur ate the ham and the boy watched him with adorable eyes. After he ate the ham the boy strechted his hands towards him and picked him up. Arthur struggled and didn't knew whats happening. "I'm taking you with me, you're gonna be my new best buddy." He grinned at the cat.

'Do something!' thought the cat to... Wait you mean me?

'Yes, you. Do something!' Arthur repeated.

But why should I. A new adventure, yay. Who knows, maybe it's a new lesson or an obstacle in your life that will give you strength for something greater, like you always dreamed of.

'I hate you.' The cats face got darker.

"Aww~ baby." The boy scratched the cats head, not knowing that the cat is actually angry and will get even more angrier the more the boy will say that it's cute or imply that with saying 'Aww~'. Or the cat is angry at me?

'Both.'

Ah, look at that.

But there was nothing he could do. The boy was taking the poor little stray cat back to his apartment.

Back in the apartment, the boy started to look for food. He took a chicken leg out of the refrigerator and put it on a small plate and onto the floor.

Arthur wasn't fond of cold food, but he was starving and didn't think twice about his manners.

He started to rip it apart like a savage and growled like a wild animal.

'Are you kidding me right now?' growled Arthur and looked up while munching on that fat, not so delicious piece of meat, 'that's not how I eat right now!'

You're an animal. That's how you do it!

'No. Do better,' he snarled like always, 'If I can't get rid of you than do your job better.'

Yes, Queen.

Arthur's past was questionable, just like his eyebrows.

Now Arthur was ready to fight me, but he can't. No one can fight their own narrator. No matter what they say about your life. Arthur just has the luck to hear me.

With his wonderful magic abilities he found out how to see the world different, and sadly how to hear it differently. And he can't undo it, just like his transformation into a cat.

Now he's forever stuck with me, listening to every word I say about his life. And that of course drives him crazy.

But he manages it. That's a good thing.

The boy kneeled down again and watched the cat eat. "You're not alone now," he smiled slightly. "I know how it feels being left on the street," he sighed, "Not literally of course but somehow like that, I guess."

'He seems sad,' thought Arthur and looked at him.

The boy started scratching the cat's head again. Then his eyes shot up like an idea in his head.

"I need to wash you, you're probably very dirty," said the boy... And he was right.

Arthur's scent was worse than vomit itself.

'Are you trying to provoke me? Because you're doing great!'

I describe the things how they are. And right now the boy is about to pick up Arthur's little, tiny, scrawny cat body, and bring him into the bathroom where he's going to wash him in the sink.

'Great...'

"Come on boy." He picked him and looked confused. "You are a boy, are you?" He held him up and looked.

If Arthur wouldn't have fur, he would be red in his face like crazy. Having someone look at your lower parts was kind of uncomfortable for him.

But Arthur had to be strong, because were there obstacles that would be more uncomfortable and life shaming for him than this one.

'What..? No, I don't want to!'

I'm sorry little kitty, but this is your life now.

The following weeks, Arthur had only one goal: escape.

Anytime the boy would go out, Arthur would try to run out of his apartment and down the stairs, but to no avail. The boy was fast in catching Arthur again.

He tried to climb out of the window when it was open or try to open the door by jumping on the handle when the boy was asleep or gone but he never reached it.

The boy bought him cat food but Arthur wasn't eating it of course, that's not his standard. He always demanded to eat what the boy ate, sadly the boy only seemed to eat fast food. That's not what Arthur likes at all, but it's better than cat food.

He really tried not to let his dignity fall when he realized he had to use a box with cat litter for a toilet. It's just uncomfortable for him that someone has to pick up his shit, and that he had to clean himself with his tongue!

But he didn't use his tongue, and that's one of the reasons why the boy had to bath the cat all the time.

Arthur tried to communicate with the boy, by giving him hints that he understands him, but the boy doesn't notice at all.

Now Arthur's just laying around on the small couch that stands in the middle of the room with its back to the bedroom door, thinking about how to turn back and what exactly he did wrong in his spell.

It is boring being all alone in this small apartment. The boy is clearly a messy. There are empty bottles and clothing laying on the floor, the dishes are not done and comics and figures of superheroes are all over the place.

'Can't you just tell me what his name is? You always call him boy.' The cat sighed.

How am I supposed to know? I only know what you know.

'Bollocks.'

Anyway, the boy who's name is Alfred, is clearly busy with his studys, and is always on his laptop writing something about the theory of strings.

'So you know his name!' Arthur was outraged.

Of course I do. I know everything.

Back to the point, because Alfred is about to come through the door any minute.

Arthur jumped off the couch and run to the door on the left. He could hear the keys in the key hole.

As soon as the door opened, he sprinted through the small gap only to head bump into Alfred's legs.

Arthur was truly bad at being a cat.

"Hey buddy, are you running off again?" Alfred chuckled and picked up the cat.

Arthur struggled against him, but there was no point in doing so. They walked in the apartment and Alfred closed the door before putting Arthur down again.

'That's not fair! Just let me go, you bloke!' Arthur complained. But all Alfred could hear was a sweet little meowing cat.

Alfred chuckled "Hello to you too." He walked through the small living room to the kitchen. "Are you hungry, whiskers?"

Arthur cringed internally at the name he gave him. 'I'm not hungry, I just want to be a human again.'

Welp, you can't whiskers.

'Stop calling me that, ' said Arthur angrily.

If he can, then I can too. That are the rules.

'Ugh.' Instead of going into a fight with me, Arthur decided to follow Alfred into the small kitchen.

He jumped up on the chair and sat, waiting for Alfred to give him a chicken leg. Again.

Really, Arthur was about to trow up if he's going to eat every second day a chicken leg.

Alfred opened the fridge and took chicken wings out, and put them into the microwave.

Chicken wings! That's something different, now isn't it?

'It's the same animal. How different can it be?' he asked rhetorical.

The microwave chicken are done and Alfred put a lot of them on his own plate and two pieces he put on another placing them on the floor next to the chair.

Arthur jumped off and started eating.

The day passed like any other day. Arthur was laying around and watching Alfred working with his laptop.

In the evening, Alfred was watching a TV show, but he didn't seemed to be invested in it like he always was. Arthur didn't payed a lot attention to him and decided to go to the bathroom where his litter box was.

When he came back he saw Alfred laying face down on the couch and crying?

He surely was. Arthur doesn't know what happened and it is quite awkward just to sit here and hear him being sad or upset about something.

That was quite new to him. Anytime he saw Alfred, he seemed to be in a good mood or concentrating on his work. What had changed so much?

'Why is he sad?' he asked me.

I don't know.

'Are you lying?'

Yes.

'Will you tell me?'

Maybe.

'I'd like to know. Did someone die?'

No.

'That's already good.' Arthur sat there thinking if he should comfort him.

'I didn't think that.'

Yes you did.

'No I didn't.'

Maybe you should.

Arthur sighed and thought that maybe that is a good idea.

He jumped on the couch and Alfred turned to whiskers.

"Hey buddy." His eyes were red and he sniffed.

Arthur felt pity for him and nestled up against his face, and started purring.

I didn't knew you could do that.

'Me neither,' Arthur said surprised.

Alfred hugged him with one arm and pressed the cat against himself.

Arthur layed down and said to him, 'Everything's going to be fine.'

Alfred who only heard him meow chuckled slightly, while one tear rolled down his cheek. "I love you too, buddy."

'That's not what I said but alright.'

They layed there until both fell asleep.