Except that it was much too early for that... School wouldn't start for almost an hour, and although he generally liked school, he wasn't really in the mood to talk to his classmates. Some of them had gotten into picking on him for being a bit more vocal than the rest of them, and he apparently asked the teacher too many questions and got too many answers right when called on. Last he knew, school was supposed to be about learning, but apparently it wasn't for everyone.
The park just down the street was where his feet were leading him, his thumbs working away on shooting very angry birds across the screen of his smart phone, his backpack hung with straps on both shoulders, and his lunch box was shoved inside. He did most of his homework at school or during class, so he rarely had many books to carry home. It all stayed in his desk. Today was no different. In fact, the only thing he had in his bag was his lunch box, a couple notebooks, and a pencil case with a promotional picture from Star Trek on the front. Other than that, there was nothing.
He didn't bother taking off the bag as he sat down on the swing, pushing himself slowly back and forth as he worked on getting a new high score. He supposed he could try and find some of his friends to hang out with, but sometimes he just felt like keeping to himself.
It was probably a good thing, too... because what started out as a strange tingling feeling was quickly beginning to distract him from his game. Peter frowned as his thumb slipped and missed where he was aiming, causing him to lose a life. Crap... there went his high score... And... his backpack was suddenly feeling too heavy for some strange reason. He shrugged it off, but as he did he fell backwards with it!!
He gasped in surprise, blinking and looking up at the trees shading the park from the early morning sun, but... something was different about him... something strange...
It was a little difficult to not notice the fur and paws as he tried getting to his feet. The giant swingset and trees also clued him in rather quickly.
He... was he a cat?? No way! That wasn't possible! And yet... it was easy to crawl out from under the backpack he'd just had on, but his clothes were mysteriously gone! How the heck did that happen??
"Okay, Peter... Calm down," he mumbled to himself, but was surprised to hear his own voice, although maybe a bit higher pitched, come from his mouth. Maybe he'd just hit his head really hard and was imagining things... A quick glance into the screen of his smart phone and... a cat... He was a cat...
The little kitten glanced around to see if anyone else was around to have seen that, still sure that he was imagining things. He had a pretty good imagination, but he was sure it wasn't this good. Little paws worked on trying to get his phone working, using the pads of his paws to open up the keyboard on the screen and type into Google: "Turned into a cat what to do?" but gave up after a couple useless TV Tropes pages. Somehow he didn't think he was going to get help from the internet this go around.
He needed someone magical...
There was that Hypnos girl... but he didn't have her number... And then he remembered that he did have a magical person's number!
Tiny paws went to work typing up a text to Paris: "I think I'm a cat. Are you free to meet me at that park from before?"
Maybe that was a bit too vague, but what was he going to do? Call his mom?? She'd freak out...
