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Oneshot Fourteen, "A Familiar Situation," has been uploaded as its own story as of August 8, 2013.
Have this short thing:
A small boy and a black cat were engaged in a staring contest, both sets of eyes an identical blue in color.
"So, you're a cat?"
"Meow."
"Right, you can't speak. And you're actually an alternative me?"
"Meow."
"Oh, the speaking thing."
"Meow."
"So . . . how are you a cat?"
"How are you a boy?" the cat retorted. Conan yelped and fell backwards out of his chair in shock.
"I thought you couldn't speak!" he exclaimed as he righted himself.
"Guess again, brat." The Shinichi that was a cat wondered to himself if that meant he was calling himself a brat. This started giving him a headache, so he opted not to follow that train of thought lest he twist it into a pretzel.
"How is that even possible?" Conan was still gaping.
"Magic," Pluto who was really Shinichi deadpanned.
"The reason you're not telling me is payback for the whole speaking thing, isn't it?"
Feline Shinichi merely rolled his eyes.