The Senshi of the Kraken had started off her feline morning being attacked by a chihuahua. If Sailor Scylla, as a cat, had carried a wallet? The chihuahua had taken it. It had been only at the end of the fight, as her blue and black fur was flying, that she had discovered she had claws, and how to use them. Yet the chihuahua- a damn chihuahua!- had not fled from her- no, it had gracefully retreated, theoretical wallet in paw, to its little chihuahua ghetto, probably to laugh and talk about that stupid rich little cat it had robbed of its pride and relieved of the burden of wealth.

Most of the morning since becoming a feline, Jada had clung to the shadows, not wanting anyone to see the signs of her disgrace. How on earth would she be able to face her parents, now that she was a CAT? Mother would birth a cow, maybe literally, who knew, and Daddy was going to tell her she couldn't keep the apartment. Why would a cat need a one-bedroom apartment? And Castor would have NO respect, and she would have to learn to use a LITTERBOX. And wear a COLLAR, how demeaning.

And those veterinarians were completely unrepentant when they gave cats shots. She'd watched what they did to Castor- it was borderline harassment.

So distracted she was, that the cat ducked into an alley without sniffing the air first, staring out the entrance as a black car rolled by on four tall, shiny wheels. It had been a pain to cross the street- the wheels turned so fast, and the poor possum a few hours back simple hadn't made it. It had been all day, three hours at least, and everything looked different when she was this short, and she was never going to find her way home.

Could cats cry? She was about to find out.

"Well, well, well." came a deep voice. "Fresh meat."

Wide-eyed, Scylla turned to see her newest challenge.

Being a cat SUCKED.