• Rabia hung lazily off the armrest of an easy chair. Her tail swished back and forth in a slow pattern. I was perched on the edge of a hard wood chair, too tense to figet, so stiff I couldn't stop thinking. What would I look like as a cat? Hopefully better looking then in human form.
    "Ready?"
    Macy purred out somewhere over my head. I tried swallowing, but my throat felt too constricted. Rabia, Macy, and even Logan knew I was nevous. Macy landed on my shoulder, and this time I didn't move.
    "Now, it's just a chance you'll become a cat."
    Macy said carefully, so I wouldn't miss a word.
    "And if it doesn't?"
    I squeaked out. Macy gave me a sad look.
    "Then you die. Shame really if you do."
    I was about to burst out sobbing.
    "Not a shame boss. An end to her misery's mores like it."
    Macy yowled and smacked Rabia across the face, leaving trails of blood. Rabia hissed and turned around. I twitched.
    "Maybe it would be an end to my misery."
    I thought out loud, wondering if there really was hell and heaven after life.
    "Don't talk like that! Rabia is a little messed up in the head because her transformation when a little whack."
    I lept out of the chair.
    "So you mean I'll end up like her if this doesn't go right!?"
    Macy nodded in a somber way.
    "A scary thought, I know. But we must pray it goes right."
    She walked away, going off to find Logan, for what, I didn't want to know.
    "There is no god."
    I moaned and slumped into the chair. Rabia got down from the arm of the easy chair.
    "Just for the record, I think you'll make it through."
    I looked over at Rabia and gave a half hearted smile. Macy walked back in with Logan.
    "Ok Addy, It'll just be a quick bite on the wrist, and then you'll either flop over dead or morph into a cat."
    I gulped. Cats always made things as simple as possible. Logan lept onto my lap and gazed at me for a moment. For some odd reason, I reached out to pet him. He suddenly turned his head and bite my outstretched wrist. It hurt for a second, and I stood still with my eyes closed.
    "I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm so dead."
    I opened an eye. The world seemed a lot bigger from the floor. Wait, the floor? I lifted a paw and gazed at it. I was now joining the legion of the immortal world.
    "She made it!"
    Macy squealed like a stung pig and tackled me. I was a lot quicker then before, and enjoyed the glomp/tackle. Rabia made a odd noise, which I took to be congratulations, and Logan just nodded and walked away.
    "Wow."
    Macy sat down next to me.
    "What?"
    I asked, looking over at her.
    "Not much gets Logan excited."
    I gave her a quizzical look.
    "That was Logan. . . Excited?"
    Macy nodded in awe and then paused.
    "Let me get a mirror."
    I waited as she padded off, wondering how she could get a mirror, and how I still kept my human voice. Rabia walked over and sat by me.
    "So, fluffy, how's it feel to be a cat?"
    She snickered. I looked at her with growing horror. Fluffy? Fluffy?! Was I possibly. . .like her?
    Macy came back dragged a handheld mirror in her mouth. She placed it so it tilted off the wall, and I cautiously walked forward and peered in. Out looked a grey, with a white tipped tail and paws alleycat.
    "Why. You. Little-"
    I spat and dove at Rabia with a vengenece. Macy didn't look surprised and watched with amusement as I beat the living crap out of the the fat tabby.
    "Ok children. Time to re-name Abiel."
    Macy snorted and stood up taller. I got a new name?
    I eagerly sat down and waited.
    Macy and Rabia sat beside each other and sized me up with bright yellow eyes.
    "She'sa lookin' like a Dingdong to meh."
    Macy didn't even bother to acknowlegde her.
    "Your new name is. . .Jadzia. But we'll call you Jazzy for short."
    Rabia started laughing. I glared at her.
    "I wouldn't be laughing. Your name makes you sound rabid."
    She stopped and glared back. Macy padded away.
    "Follow Jazzy. Time to show you, what you can and can't do. And who you should be aware of."
    Aware of? I got that cold feeling in my spine, and this time, Rabia didn't throw any fish at me.