A cat is what you were. Cursed by someone to stay this way till you found true love.

You had been on the cold streets for a couple of months now and was now getting used to it. But winter was about to start and the reality of things began to set in. If you don’t find a home soon… all might be over.

A man in an expensive suit saw you resting on a trash can lid.

“Pspspsps. Poor thing.” He said as he walked up to you. The man had deep kind eyes.