When the pandemic started, I was feeling restless in the house. I had a lovely backyard and two friendly neighbors. I had a few visitors of the feline variety. They meowed at me and we had conversations. I tried to explain to them that I don’t have any cat food. They went to the neighbor’s house to eat then they came back to nap in my backyard.

They came to visit which was a comfort in my quarantine days.

One day, I was sitting in my backyard looking at my plants. Suddenly I felt strange, I fell on concrete but I wasn’t hurt. I tried to call for help but I heard “meow” and it came from me. Impossible! I have turned into a cat. I sat in my garden with this feeling of freedom. I saw two familiar faces. The two visiting cats. They told me about their lives and I hung out with them. We went to different places to get a snack. It was so great to not have to pay for food. I didn’t have to get a job or pay taxes. It was such a chilled life. The cats said goodbye and I stayed in my backyard for a few minutes. I could live like this, I thought to myself. I went into my house and went to sleep. When I woke up; I was back to being myself but I missed being a cat.