((You touched a magical collar artefact, activating the collar’s curse; it binds to your neck, and turned you into a cat.))

You intruded into a secluded forest cottage in search of food. Suddenly, a magic spell suspended you midair; you face a seated woman in black, her eyes locks onto your gold collar.

“…A cat in this part of the forest? Where’s your owner, little one?”

She levitated you close, caressing the collar in hopes of finding engraved information on it about you or ‘your owner’.