I started to panic; I jumped up running towards my mirror. I was smaller than ever, I was faster than ever and I was definitely hairier than ever.

the cat pawed at the mirror, almost as if it was copying me. I turned around quickly and then jumped back in front of the mirror, ready to shout at the reflection of the cat, but a high pitched yowl came out of my mouth instead. I cautiously sat down glaring at the mirror and the cat mirrored me again. This can't be right, I am not a cat! Am I still dreaming? These thoughts continued to whirl around inside my head when I decided to jump against the mirror and again the cat did the same except this time I saw my 'hands' which were in fact small paws, pressed against the mirror. It didn't feel like a dream but what other explanation is there for, well, turning into a cat. Thoughts spun around my head; What should I do now? Should I wait here till I wake up? If I ever do wake up… What if I'm really a cat? Could there really be a logical explanation for this? The only thought which at that current moment felt completely sane, is to go and do what a cat does best.I swiftly padded to my parents room, jumped up onto the window ledge and took a look at everything around me. Peering down at my parents silent sleeping forms I felt a pang of loneliness, I was happy to see my parents still human but that still didn't explain my current predicament. Turning my back on them I slipped through the small window and eyed the tree in front of me, attempting to jump. As if I had been doing it my whole life, I landed elegantly onto a branch and made my way – awkwardly – down the tree. Pieces of soft bark lay under my shiny claws, irritating the ruff pad of my foot. I could see perfectly, I had never envied cats for their vision but that sure had changed now. I looked around and decided I would take a look at my pet rabbits and crawled along the ground towards them, as if I were stalking them through thick long grass. I kept my stomach pressed to the ground while taking each step as silent as possible, feeling the strain in my shoulders. It was interesting testing out my new abilities, I was so agile and swift, and though I was small I felt confident and powerful. I reminded myself of a silent ninja moving through the dead of night, to me, I had no limits in this form.  I sat down in front of the cage staring at my two sleepy rabbits. I saw an eye shoot open and he jumped up and ran around the hutch at an astonishing speed, the other followed. I scared them? I never really thought they would react this way to me, frightened, but of course I was a cat now, a feline, a predator. I felt sad, though I knew I shouldn't. It was natural for them to be scared of a cat but I'm not really a cat, well, not for the majority of the time.I explored my garden, went underneath and through all of the plants my mother had so fondly planted. Once I became familiar with the garden scenery my curiosity overtook caution. Plodding around the side of my house I saw two of the neighbourhood cats hissing at each other. A stout grey cat was perched awkwardly on a thin fence, its flat face squashed into the rolls of grey fur surrounding his head. At the bottom of the fence an enraged cat hunched its back, the tail sticking up in a fashion that made it look like electric bolts were being sent through it. The cat craned its head around to glare at me, hissing violently. I raced away, barely touching the ground as I ran into the street leaving the two cats behind. I quickly found my house and slipped my lean body through the metal bars of the gate. Plodding up to the doormat I retracted my claws and then pushing them back out into the itchy mat, pulling out small little fibres.I opened my eyes slowly, realizing I was outside. I sat up, arched my back and yawned. A high pitch squeak came out of my mouth. I looked down at myself realizing I was a cat, still! Wasn't it a dream? I tried to look for an explanation however I became distracted from my quick panic when I saw my tail flick around me; it was entrancing just watching it glide through the air. I followed it with my paw, trying to catch it. I rolled over, I jumped up, ran around in circles but the tail still escaped. I couldn't seem to catch it.A small buzz by my ear was enough to snap me from my trance. I turned around trying to find the source of the annoying sound. A black fly bobbed up and down moving closer to me. The fat fly continued to hover around my face, as if it were deliberately testing my patience. I followed it with my skilful eyes, hunching my neck, pushing my shoulder blades up. I felt a small twitch in my paw, an instinct, I stretched my arm out at the fly, my claws extracted from their furry chamber. The fly lazily dodged me, soaring upwards before coming back down to my height. Taunting me. I reached out both arms, clasping my paws together, narrowly missing the fly. Getting up from my mat I stretched to reach the airborne bug, the strained muscles in my hind legs working feverishly, helping me get higher. I was so close, the fly already had a number of brushes with death, if the fat creature were smart, it would fly away.I heard a click and looked up at my door. It swung open quickly and the warm air rushed out into the cold. I peered at the person who opened the door; she had curly hair, fair skin and was a fairly average height. It's me. Except it wasn't? I looked down at myself, seeing the unfamiliar black paws again. Peering up at the look-alike confused, I noticed her looking at me, smiling. I can't tell whether it was because of the angle I was at but something about her looked sinister. I'm still a cat, so who am I looking at up there?