All magicked up and ready to go! The man looked at himself in the mirror, double checking the spells and make-up along with the hair. God he loved his hair. He loved brushing and grooming it and making himself look handsome. Life was so good as a cat, and equally good as a zombie human thing. With a grin and a puffed chest he left. No phone, no wallet, it meant spending half a morning with the bank about his card and getting some cash out before going to his phone company and asking for a new one. Hero life didn't pay well, and thus, he got a 'pay as you go' phone, frowning at the flip phone. This is what drug users used. Was he a drug user now?
Flip phone, cash, untraceable finger prints. Heck yea you dealt in drugs! But not really, because that was illegal and you didn't exist really.
Whistling and strolling along the street, your new goal in life was to find a new place to eat!
Wait, he realized that was the wrong tense. Who spoke about themselves in first person? Definitely not him. He was a third person kinda guy, and he smelled coffee. That was a good thing about being human, you could eat things you couldn't as a cat. Opening the door to the tiny cafe only to get a giant faceful of coffee beans. It was all one heavy, warm scent. He loved it, bouncing to the front counter and smiling at the pirate.
"Mornin!! You got a menu?"