(A/N cats in this world have the natural lifespan equivalent to that of a human, not a cat. I do not own, nor claim to own Harry Potter)

Harry thought that life was rather dull. The Dursleys never did anything, at all. They hardly paid any attention to him. He was almost certain they didn't know his name. If they weren't house cats, he was pretty sure he wouldn't be fed.

There was nothing to do inside. Just climb up the stairs and *try* to slide down the railing. (He had failed every time he tried but one day he would get it) There was no one interesting to play with. He could knock over the water bowl. That only got so interesting.

Worse was that the second he tried to go outside Petunia would force him back inside grumbling about the neighborhood cats gossiping about her.

Harry wondered when she interacted with these neighborhood cats since she never went outside.

Vernon was worse than Petunia. At least Petunia did things other than play with Dudley and lie around. Vernon didn't he just sat there sleeping, when he was awake he asked Harry to get him things that were two feet away from him. Harry did most of the time but sometimes he didn't just to annoy Vernon, it was a dangerous line to teeter on but Harry managed.

Dudley was supposed to be his brother. Harry would be happy to never see him again. He always picked on Harry telling him that he was unwanted and unloved. Those insults came up a lot. Harry didn't mind.

What Harry did mind was insults to his parents. They his protectors, the cats who watched over him. They were his mother and father. Not Dudley's. They were his. They were probably a lot more adventurous then the Durselys.

He wondered why Dudley teased him so much about the patch of fur above his left eye. It was the shape of a lightning bolt. Apparently those were what made loud noises in the sky. Harry thought that was pretty cool.

Harry was complaining all this to a small mouse plush meant for being ripped apart but also happened to be Harry's best friend. He called him Alfred. Alfred squeaked in response to Harry's life story.

He heard a very loud meow from Petunia, signaling him an Dudley to come here immediately. He came as quickly as possible while wondering what this was all about.

Was there anything special going on today? Oh right today they turned nine? Maybe, though he couldn't see why she needed Harry for that.

When he and Dudley got there he tiredly asked Petunia why she called them.

"Well you two need to go to school to learn to be cats".

Harry felt a jolt of excitement at this. Though he didn't know what she was talking about. He would probably get a chance to get out so he was going to take it.

"Can't I skip it?" Asked Dudley

"No" Petunia replied, quick and snappy at him. Harry was surprised he couldn't even remember when she had snapped at him let alone Dudley. He quieted down quickly.

"Well" said Petunia completely ignoring what just transpired. "I probably should have sent you two a little earlier."

"What is it?" Asked Harry.

"Oh just basic life skills"

That answered no questions for Harry but he shut up.

"You will be going at 1:00 am every night. Don't be late or you'll miss it. The only reason I'm sending you is because you are required to attend it."

Harry relaid all of this to Alfred and he could barely contain his excitement. After all things couldn't be better. He talked to Alfred all night bouncing off theories about everything. At last the time arrived.

He headed out to the kitchen where Petunia and Dudley where standing. She gave him a nod and they where off... to a window. Harry was puzzled for a good moment be fore Petunia jumped up and opened it. Harry had no clue what she did but made a mental note to figure it out.

They climbed out and Harry was star-struck. There were so many sights, scents and noises all weaved together in a bewildering yet beautiful tapestry.

They continued to walk for awhile, Harry stopping sometimes to admire everything. Petunia hurried them along. They arrived at what looked to be an abandoned building crippled with age. They walked in and Dudley went off to do his own thing. Someone told him a schedule and he was off.

He went to his classes, they had hunting, fighting, den and nest building, break, how to doge cars, history and basic dog. Harry thought it was the best thing since cut fish. His dog could use some work and history was just lectures, they were pretty interesting lectures but Harry could not bring himself to pay attention. Overall though things were great. Until Dudley started to amass a following and all hell broke loose.

Dudley still teased him but it got physical. He had scratches on his side. Most of the time he could just out run Dudley, but that only worked so well. He could fight back but Dudley would go running to Vernon and Harry had his food bowl "accidentally" knocked over and the food would mysteriously disappear.

Life continued like this for two years. Harry kept going. He figured out how to open the window yet it was the oddest thing, he could never figure out exactly how he did it. Sometimes Harry got tired, really tired. He would go outside for a couple of days, just walking and hunting yet he would always return feeling better. Life wasn't great but it was alright.

Harry had no way of knowing how much everything would change when he turned 11.