Brandyjin: I don't think he'd let you pet him, let alone keep him as a pet. You certainly draw much better than I can, especially Dan.
Oak Leaf Ninja: This is what happens when I've got no homework (though I've got plenty of it now), I'm watching The Ultimate Enemy, and I'm surfing on LOL Cats. Madness!
greekghostgirl: Indeed, he would. XD
"So," Tucker said, slowly, "What do we do about him?"
He pointed to the angry cat, swishing his tail back and forth, glaring at Danny. In response, the teen shifted uneasily in his seat, making sure that as much distance as possible was kept between him and the feline, both nonliving and living.
"Uh," he responded, ruffling his hair, "I have no idea."
The boys continued staring at the animal as it growled at them with his ears flattened against his head, obviously blaming them for his transformation. Danny turned his attention to the statue. At least this cat wouldn't hurt him, at least, not painfully, he hoped.
"What I'd like to know is how it did that," he continued, mostly talking to himself.
"Well," Tucker asked, "What happened?"
"He was strangling me," Danny replied, rubbing his throat and glaring at the cat.
In turn, the animal hissed at him, wagging his tail ferociously.
"And then," the hybrid continued, ignoring Dan, "That golden cat just blasted him with his eye and, well, you know the rest."
"You think the statue could change him back?" the geek asked, arching an eyebrow.
Dan stopped his furious tail-swishing and raised his ears at the mention of morphing back into his original form.
"Yeah," Danny snorted, "That's a great idea, Tucker. Let's change him back so that he could try to kill us again. Hey, maybe he'll succeed this ti= OUCH! He bit me!"
The cat removed his fangs from the boy's ankle and let out another hiss before retreating back to his corner in the kitchen, resuming his angry glare. Tucker dampened a paper towel and gave it to his friend to help clean up.
"Thanks," the ghost said, wincing as he placed the towel on his bleeding flesh, "Anyways, even if I wanted to change him back, which I don't…"
He glared at the animal as he said this, causing Dan to let out a loud growling sound mixed with a hiss.
"I don't how," he finished, giving Tucker the towel to throw away, "And quite frankly, I don't care to, either. He can just go and get eaten by Dash's Rottweiler for all I- YEOWCH! DAMMIT!"
Tucker turned towards Danny just in time to see to his friend grab a nearby newspaper off the table and swat it at his evil alternative-future feline self, who was in the midst of using the leg of his past self as a scratching post.
"DAMMIT!" Danny continued to shout, swatting at the cat, "THAT HURTS! OFF! BAD KITTY!"
At the mention of the words "bad kitty," Dan increased his scratching speed, digging even deeper to his weakling self's leg.
"OW!"
Tucker turned on the faucet and pulled out the spray nozzle and aimed it at the cat.
"No!" he shouted, squirting water on Dan, "No! That's a bad kitty! No!"
Agitated at being wet and at being talked to like an animal, the cat, released Danny, letting him sink to the floor in pain, and charged at Tucker, opening his mouth wide as he readied himself to sink his teeth into the geek. But Tucker realized what he as planning and sprayed again.
"I said 'No!'" he continued, making Dan jump back a foot, "Don't make me bring out the Super Soaker!"
Drenching, the feline tried to attack again, only to be refuted once more. Finally, giving up, Dan hissed at the teenagers before sprinting towards the living-room and hiding under the sofa, shivering cold. Satisfied that the cat was gone for now, Tucker placed the spray nozzle back where it belonged, and helped Danny up to his feet as he moaned in pain.
"Come on," the geek said, leading his friend towards the stairs, "Let's go to the bathroom and clean you up there. Less messy that way."
As they passed the couch, both Phantoms glared at each other. Dan stuck his head out, flattening his ears, and let out another hiss before quickly sticking it back under. Danny shot an ecto-blast at the couch in response.
"Mreow!" the feline protested, furiously wagging his tail.
"That's what I should have done in the first place!" Danny shot back as Tucker tried to calm him down.
"Dude," the geek protested, pulling Danny towards the first step, "Chill out, alright? You might have powers, but he's got claws! Remember that now, unless of course you like being used as catnip."
Dan growled, watching the boys go up the stairs. He continued shivering from underneath the sofas he decided what to do now. Things hadn't gone as planned and would most likely stay that way until he could get back into his shape, let alone his powers. He had no Ghostly Wail, no ecto-blasts, no electric ecto-blasts. He couldn't even lift up a trash can, let alone a tank like he used to. The only ghost- powers Dan had in his new form were intangibility, invisibility, and the usual floating ability. He couldn't do anything useful! At least Cujo could grow in size.
The thought of Cujo made the kitty ghost nervous for some reason, which he was completely disgusted by. If Dan couldn't gather up the courage to fight a dog, what hope did he have to fight the other spooks in the Ghost Zone? Zip. Zero. Zilch. As much as he hated staying here, he didn't think that he really had much of a choice. Besides, that statue was being kept here. If it could turn him into a cat, then it had to be able to turn him back to a humanoid ghost!
As he came to this conclusion, Dan realized he was no longer shivering. He thought it was a slight improvement until he looked down and discovered why. He widened his eyes in horror as he saw his tongue on one of his front legs. Disgusted, he snapped the tongue back into his mouth and tried to spit the hair out of his mouth. He succeeded somewhat as a glowing hairball came shooting out of his mouth and straight through the front door of the house. Dan growled at the discovery of his new power.
"Ecto-hairballs," he thought, sarcastically, "Joy."
The front door swinging wide open caught his attention. Dan raised his head and watched as two familiar girls came running into the house.
"Danny!" Sam cried, sprinting inside, "Danny! Where are you? Are you alright? Danny!"
"Apparently," the cat thought, "Sam had already been alerted to my presence here."
"He's upstairs!" Tucker shouted down, "We're all okay! We'll be down in a minute!"
The younger girl sighed in relief and sat down on one end of the sofa as the red-head wiped something green and hairy off her face and tossing it into the trash-can.
"Ew!" she cried out, disgusted, "What the hell is this? Yuck!"
Dan focused on the object for a moment before realizing that was his hairball she was disgusted by, reminding him about his new, unwilling species change.
"Meow," he sighed, exasperated, as he buried his head into his paws.
Jazz straightened herself up at the sound and looked around the room.
"That's weird," she muttered.
"What is?" Sam asked.
"No," Jazz shook her head, "Sam, did you hear a cat just a moment ago?"
"A cat?" the goth replied, confused, "What you mean that statue?"
Growling in irritation, Jazz shook her head.
"I could have sworn I heard a cat in here."
Sam shrugged, "Are you sure you didn't-"
She stopped and stared at the object underneath the other side of the couch. She noticed the creature underneath widen its eyes in surprise and try to crouch itself further underneath. Jazz noticed her staring at something and followed Sam's gaze before widening her eyes herself.
"Is that a…?" she asked, not finishing her question.
Not answering, Sam got down onto the floor and crawled to where the creature was. As she got closer, she saw that it was indeed a cat, and it didn't look too happy to see her. The cat flattened its ears down and hissed as she got closer.
"Hey, there, Kitty," she whispered, increasing her pitch a bit, "It's okay. I'm a friend."
The cat continued to glare at her, moving only its tail in a furious fashion. To Dan's dismay, Jazz started crawling towards him, too, a big, stupid grin on her face.
"Well, hi there!" she said, trying to sound cute, "Aren't we a cutie-wootie-bitty-kitty!"
The tail's swishing increased its speed as Dan growled at her for daring to call him cute.
"Well," Jazz responded, pretending to be insulted, "Aren't we a Mister Grumpy Pants. Yes, we are!"
"Uh, Jazz," Sam said, crawling back a few inches, "I think we should leave him alone. He didn't sound too happy."
"Well, of course he's not happy!" his annoying sister continued in her annoying voice, "He was scared by that awful meanie-weenie ugly Danny ghost, wasn't he?"
"Ugly?" Dan cried out, insulted.
"Mreow?" the cat spat out, his hair standing on end, making Sam jump back a bit.
"Jazz?" she said, warily, "I think he's really upset. We should leave him alone."
"Oh," the red-head continued, not noticing Sam, "It's okay! He won't hurt you anymore, no he won't! Here! I'll give you something you'll like!"
"You're dead body?" Dan thought, sarcastically as Jazz scrambled over to her backpack.
"Here you go, Kitty-Witty!" she said, taking out her shoes and unlacing them, "He wanna play?"
Dan glared at her as she crouched back down to his level and tossed one end of the lace in his direction. When he didn't react, Jazz moved her hand, making the string wriggle on the floor. Agitated, the cat smacked the string, trying to bat it out of the way, but to his annoyance, his sister moved it back towards him. She giggled as he batted it out of the way again, only to have it reappear. Determined to stop it once and for all, Dan jumped on the string, only to have Jazz pull it away a second before he landed. Both girls giggled as he realized his failure in capturing the object.
"Aw," Sam cooed, forgetting her earlier advice, "Poor kitty!"
"The string is evil!" Jazz giggled, wiggling it into the air, now.
Not about to be made a fool of in front of the weakling humans, Dan crouched down and pounced at the shoelace, certain that he would be triumphant in this game, only to have his sister yank it away, yet again. Now, he was mad. The cat charged at the string just in time to see it being whipped away from him, yet again. Round and round the two went, with Dan furiously chasing the shoelace at every turn as the girls giggles became louder and louder.
"What's going on down there?" Danny wondered out loud as he wrapped a bandage around his injured leg.
"I don't know," Tucker shrugged, putting away the first aid kit, "Maybe something funny happened on the way here?"
Without waiting for a reply, Tucker walked over to the stairs, perching himself on the top step.
"Hey!" he shouted down, "What's going on down there?"
"We're playing with the cat!" Jazz shouted back as Sam giggled on.
"Oh," Tucker said, turning back to Danny, "They're just playing with the cat."
Danny stared at Tucker with wide eyes as the geek slowly realized what he had just repeated.
"Playing with the cat?" the both shouted at the same time.
Tucker immediately ran downstairs as his friend quickened his pace on wrapping up his wounds.
"Uh, girls!" the geek shouted as he came down, "I wouldn't-"
He didn't finish his sentence. He was too stupefied to move as he watched Dan race around the room, chasing after Jazz as she dangled a piece of string in his face.
"That's right!" she said, gleefully, "Kill it, Kitty! Kill the evil string!"
"Uh," Tucker said, regaining his senses, "He's going to kill a lot more than the string if you don't stop teasing him!"
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, looking up.
"That cat's not really a cat!" he shouted.
Both girls stared at him, confused, as Dan tried standing on his back legs to reach the string, only to land back down on all fours.
"Look," the geek responded, "I'll show you."
He raced back to the kitchen, grabbed the golden cat, and sprinted back to the living-room.
"See," he said, holding up the idol, "This cat turned Danny into a cat!"
"Wait," Sam responded, taken aback, "The cat's Danny?"
"Yes," Tucker said, only to shake his head, "I mean no! I mean yes it's Danny, but no it's not!"
"That doesn't make sense," Jazz replied, still dangling the string.
"I mean Danny's not the cat! But the cat's Danny! Not Danny, the other Danny!"
"He's what?" both girls asked, confused.
"Aargh!" Tucker groaned, exasperated, "I mean- whoops!"
The living cat had pounced again, trying to capture the shoelace, and accidently knocked Tucker over, tripping him on top of Sam's arachnid knapsack.
"My project!" the younger girl screamed, roughly shoving Tucker off.
Quickly, she opened her backpack and groaned as she pulled out a smashed shoebox.
"My diorama," she groaned, "Dammit, Tucker, I spent weeks on that!"
"Come on, Kitty," Jazz said, scooping up Dan, "You don't want to be caught in the middle when Sam gets mad. Trust me."
"Mreow?" he asked, too surprised at his sister's boldness to fight back.
"Sorry! Sorry!" her friend answered, raising his hands.
"You'll be sorry after I'm through with you!" she responded, chasing after the poor geek.
"Aaugh!" Tucker screamed, unaware he was still holding the statue as he sprinted as fast as he could with Sam right on his heels.
"I'll kill you, Tucker!" she screamed.
Dan watched in amusement as his former friends went round and round the room, wondering who would win this fight, though he hardly doubted it would be Tucker.
"Danny!" he prayed to his friend, "Help me!"
Sam narrowed her violet eyes at her prey as he continued to scream for help. Usually, she wasn't a violent person, but after weeks of sleepless nights, researching, and designing, only to have it all ruined in front of her eyes, she figured she could excuse herself for her burst of violence today. Just this once.
"I'll kill you!" she continued shouting.
"Help!" he responded, tripping over.
"Got you!" she hissed, reaching down to grab him.
Fortunately for her victim, the golden feline had heard the boy's woes and allowed its glowing eye to finally shoot its beam at Sam. Sam let out a shocked cry as the glowing light hit her square in the chest. Jazz, Tucker, and Dan watched in surprise as Sam succumbed to her transformation, although Dan paid close attention to the golden cat and its eye as his high-school crush shrunk in size, though her hair grew in length, eventually covering her whole body. Within one minute, the statue stopped delivering its affects, its eye returning to normal as it gazed on the new Sam.
"Mew?" the black cat cried, looking at her new tail with wide eyes.
Danny, who had finally cleaned up his leg and the blood in the bathroom sink came flying down as soon as Sam's metamorphosis was complete. He stared at the new feline as she stared back, the horror and confusion obvious in her amethyst eyes.
"Mew!" she repeated, getting up on her hind legs and placing her front paws on the left leg of Danny's jeans.
Danny stared at Sam, then stared at Jazz, ignoring the fact that she was holding Dan. Jazz quickly pointed to Tucker as the source of Sam's new problem. As the ghost-hybrid turned his head to Tucker, the other boy scowled at Jazz.
"Oh, sure," he said, folding his arms, "Blame it all on me!"