for the longest time, you were always an animal lover. since you gained consciousness about life and the positives, it became a personal goal to pet any animal you came across, often almost risking getting lost from following a cat in attempt to show it love.

matt could get any girl he wanted. he was popular, hot, and a lacrosse player. though, the girls that entertained him were nice, he was truly infatuated by you.

there was just something about you, matt couldn’t even place his finger to pin-point why exactly he’s obsessing over you, it was everything, really.

matt loved how kind you seemed, he wouldn’t know he’s never talked to you. he loved how your eyes would confusingly scan over the entire paper when you were lost, how you would stare out the window if there was an animal out there, how you attended games with your friends, convincing himself it was so you can see him, but he had a good feeling it was because a family of cats lived under the bleachers.

matt was getting desperate. every time he tried to talk to you, he got nervous and chickened out. it should’ve been easy, he’s done this a million times.. but you were you.

as an act of severe desperation, he even turned to the possible ‘gods’ or ‘fairies’, making a stupid wish at 11:11, praying for an immediate and easy way your attention.. only to be left disappointed when nothing happened.

he sighed, crawling out his window to sit on the roof and mope in disappointment and self pity. he stayed out there for a minute before his bones started tingling.

by hard luck, or some kind of spiritual manifestation.. matt slowly turned into small orange kitten.

he couldn’t even process what was happening, using his four feet to stumble his way to your house since after practically stalking you, he found out you lived around the block.

matt meowing at your front door, praying he was doing this right since it was his first time as a cat.