Part Two:

A young boy, Prue's age, knocked on the door of the manor. He looked at his watch and knocked on the door again. He started scuffing his white trainers against the concrete. The door opened a crack and a small face appeared, then grinned.

"AAAANNNNDDDDYYYY!"

"Well, if it isn't little Phizz. Well, you gunna give me a hug or not?" he opened his arms and Phoebe squeezed him. She grabbed his hand and started dragging him through the house and he was struggling to stay on his feet. Phoebe stopped in the kitchen because Prue was there with Grams.

"Oh, Andy, aren't you looking smart?" Grams remarked, looking him up and down. He was wearing blue jeans, a pale shirt and a brown suit jacket. "Going somewhere Prue?" Grams turned her head to raise her eyebrows at Prue. Prue smiled coyly and started picking it her cuticles.

"Well, Ms Halliwell, I would like to go to the café down the road with Prue, if that's alright?"

"First of all Andy, I've known you since you were in diapers, so please call me Penny or Grams. As for this date-"

"Grams!"

"Oh shush, Prue. Yes, that's okay, Andy, but only if you take whatever it is to go and come back here because Piper and Prue have a project I set them to work on."

Andy smiled, nodded and walked with Prue out of the manor. Phoebe jumped up on to a stool next to Grams to see into the pot on the counter.

"Whatcha cookin', Grams?"

"Stew. Now, Darling, you must get down – it's not safe. Go and tell your sister that I need her to ask John next door if he got our morning paper for us." Phoebe hopped sown and ran out of the kitchen. Grams opened the door to the basement and closed it behind her. Phoebe peered round the kitchen door frame and snuck in. She climbed onto the counter and stuck her finger in the stew. She immediately pulled her arm back.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" She flapped her hand around and picked up the ladle. She blew on it and took a small sip. It tasted bitter and with a sharp lemony aftertaste. She winced as she got down, walked out of the kitchen and headed up the stairs.

"Piiiiiiiperrrrr?" she called. "Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr?" She knocked on Piper's door and pushed it open. Piper was sitting on the floor, drawing in her notebook.

"What is it Phoebs?" She looked up and gasped. "Oh my God! Phoebe, what did you do?!"

"What d'you mean?" She looked around and Piper pointed to her bottom. When Phoebe looked at her backside, she saw a brown and white cat's tail developing. Then, when she scratched her head, she felt furry ears sprout. Piper jumped up and Phoebe began shrinking and ended up on all fours.

Piper's eyes widened in shock. She began yelling for Grams, but Phoebe hissed at her. "What?" Piper whispered. Phoebe strutted over to a picture of Prue, tried to jump on the desk but she slipped. "Guess jumping doesn't come naturally, does it Phoebe?" She giggled quietly, but Phoebe shot her a furry scowl. "Right, sorry. You want us to find Prue?" Phoebe bowed her head. "Well, Grams can't find out about this, so I'll distract her and you find a way to get Prue back here to fix this."

Piper and Phoebe ran downstairs and Piper opened the manor door to let Phoebe out. She pushed it to but didn't shut it completely. She went to find Grams in the living room.

"Piper, have you gone to John's yet?" Piper stood there, one eyebrow raised, with a look of extreme confusion on her face. "The paper, Piper. The Paper?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, sure, Grams; I'll get you one later." Grams looked suspicious, so Piper sat next to her, tapping her fingers on the sofa.

Phoebe had been trotting along the street, ignoring the people whistling to get her attention and calling "Kitty! Here, Kitty!" She spotted Prue and Andy coming out of the café with smoothies.

"Prue!" she screamed, slaloming through the crowd. "Prue! Prue! Coming through! PRUUUUUUUEEEEE!" She swerved a child on a scooter and stopped at Prue's feet. "Prue! You've got to help me; it's Phoebe!" Prue and Andy looked at each other and when Phoebe scanned her surroundings, she saw that everyone was staring at her as they walked by.

"Um, do you know this cat, Prue? He seems to know you…."

"SHE!" Phoebe exclaimed angrily.

"No idea. He seems a bit rabid, don't you think? Wailing like crazy." Phoebe frowned; she hadn't realised that nobody could understand her and the whole time she'd been making no sense to anyone. She ran back home to get Piper's help.

When she got to the manor, the door was shut. She scratched frantically and a little girl scooped her up and knocked on the door while her mother waited at the bottom of the steps.

Grams got up to get it, but Piper thought it was Prue so she grabbed Grams' arm and tugged it gently. "No, no, no, no, no; I'll get it."

"Piper, you're acting very strangely today, let go of me so that I can answer the door."

"But-"

"Piper, let go." Grams pulled away and walked to the front door with Piper trailing closely behind her. She turned the handle just as Prue and Andy were walking up the path. When Grams saw the little girl, she was taken back. It was like she recognised her, but she didn't say anything.

"Is that your cat? He made a scene outside the café" Prue asked the girl as she and Andy crossed the threshold.

"No, Mommy and I just saw Kitty scratching at your door. I wanted to give Kitty back to you."

"We don't own a-"

"Yes we do Prue, thanks" Piper gestured to the little girl to hand over Phoebe.

"Piper, that is not-"

"Her name is Phoebe, she's like family to us." She nodded to Prue and Prue's eyes widened in shock as she came to the realisation of what was going on. "Thanks again for finding her."

They all said their goodbyes and Grams closed the door.

"Conference. Kitchen. Now." Grams pointed to the kitchen and all of the children trooped in with Phoebe slumping in after them.

"If I've got this right, Phoebe is a cat now?" Andy said.

"I believe so, Master Trudeau. This means I need a word with my girls. Piper, if you don't mind." Piper bit her lip and apologised "Sorry Andy."

"For wha-" Piper froze him.

"I can't believe I leave for half an hour and you both mess things up."

"I didn't do anything! You always blame us and act like you're perfect." They started squabbling.

"Girls…. GIRLS! Stop that silly behaviour now! Piper, what happened?"

"Well, I don't really know."

"Typical!"

"Prue! Continue Piper."

"All I know is that Phoebs came up to tell me something but I saw her grow a tail and ears then, in an instant, she ended up like that" she pointed to the cat sitting on the counter.

"Off!" Grams demanded. It startled Phoebe, but she immediately jumped down. "Well, it'll wear off any time now because it was only a temporary potion. I suppose I could speed it up." She thought for a second and clicked her fingers. In a flash of light, Phoebe morphed back into herself.

"You told me it was stew!" Grams shot her a disapproving look. "Sorry, Grams. Hey Piper, wasn't that the girl from the park?"

"You know her?" Grams asked, trying to hide her angst.

"Not really, we just saw her at the park last week and she didn't fr-"

"Phoebe!" Prue snapped and Phoebe covered her mouth.

"Well, try to keep your distance." All three girls had very confused expressions spread across their faces. Did Grams know something they didn't?