>>54323017"Missy?" I said, cursing myself, that I can't speak anymore, all that I heard was a pitiful sounding vibration.
Either way I unlached the hinge allowing the catflap to now swing.
>The sound she knew well.>The flap flew open and well a cat came through but it wasn't my Missy.>Instead a meowth about the same size as I was came through, oh come on now.>The Meowth stared at me for a bit came forward gave a tentative sniff, and left in complete disinterest, instead started mouwing.It had a blue fabric collar on, Missy's blue collar.
The Missy meowth meowed some more then walked out of the kitchen.
I could hear her meowing in the living room, then the entryway, then in the hall, and finally my room.
I guess she was trying to find me.
Sorry little missy, I thought "I" don't exist anymore.
>But ill at least feed you.Hopping to the side cupboard where I kept the big bag of cat kibble.
>I pushed against it its side untill I popped it open with a shudder.>Scanning at the bag that was now the same size of me.>I looked at this towering bag of cat food and knew I was gonna have to make a mess, so grabbing hold I shook it to make the familiar crinkly sound, and pulled untill the bag spilled over, the bag spilled onto me its fishy smelling bits went everywhere.>Missy came in like a lightning bolt.>Saw the mess and just pigged out, I shook the rest of the bits off my head and looked at my cat.This once pretty tortishell was just a bog standard meowth, shiny charm and all.
What ever had happened, effected the animals as well.
>So that ratatta was just a rat in my walls Missy now a Meowth, I pet her cream colored fur and she began to purr still going bananas on her kibble.>Maybe she still knew me?>Doubt it, I don't even smell the same.This creature was Missy now she only had her collar and whatever sporadic memories a cat may possess.
>In time she would just be a meowth living and fighting other meowths or skitty or whatever, cats where like that. 
