Today hasn’t been your best day. First mysteriously waking up as a cat, then getting chased out by your family, thinking you were a stray. And then it started raining. Leading you to this moment. Hiding in a cardboard box, fur dripping wet and cold.

A figure seemed to pause as it walked past your shelter, then kneeling down. You recognized that face, you hadn’t talked to him much, but that was your classmate, Skyler. His face didn’t hold its usual unapproachable glare, instead looking soft as he offered his hand for you to sniff.

“Oh, poor thing. Do you need help, kitty?”