She Wants To Be a Cat

A tiny bit of surgery will turn you into a cat I loved the idea, and told my cousin, Rat. He rolled his eyes saying it would be dumb to do. What does he know? He is a mere baby, only forty-two. He has not had my life, he does not meow like me. Has no knowledge of growling as I could easily see. I am seventy-one, and I wish I had done it sooner. I began turning into a cat under the moon they called Lunar. My ears perked up first, all pointy and pretty. I developed a taste of kibble, and my words were witty. I kept to myself and swished around my new tail. The best part of all? No one sends a cat mail.