Pidge the pigeon got a slice of bread stuck around her neck yesterday, so she asked other pigeons of Instagram to do the #breadslicechallenge to help her feel less embarrassed. Miu was very happy to participate!
Jack knew something wasn’t right when he woke up. The covers were too
hot on him and his head was pounding like he’d been drinking too much
the night before. He shifted, trying to get his bearings, but at some
point during the night, he must have pulled the covers over his head. He
struggled free, enjoying the fresh air, before noticing a pair of paws on the bed. When he moved
his arms, the paws moved too. What followed next was a confusing jumble
of panic and incoherent screaming that came out as yowls.
must have passed out again, because when he came to, he was still
disoriented and nauseous. He confirmed that, no, it had not been a bad
dream. Somehow, he’d grown four legs and a tail overnight.
After the initial panic, he jumped on his bedside table where his phone was,
but he was uncoordinated, and ended up knocking the phone to the ground.
He batted at it on the floor, but found that the battery had drained
itself overnight when he’d forgotten to charge it.
Cursing and swearing to
himself, he wandered his apartment on shaky legs.
Thankfully, he hadn’t quite turned off the tap in the bathroom and the
dripping of the faucet helped to parch his thirst as he tried to think
of what try next. He needed to get help soon. Otherwise, he was going to
end up starving to death in his own apartment.
In the living
room, Jack found a window that he’d left open because it had been too
hot last night. He squeezed out onto the fire escape and tried not to
look down. It was strange in this body. Jack never had an issue with
heights before, but now, a glance downward to the street had his head
spinning with vertigo.
Left with no choice, Jack began to climb upward with the dim hope that someone had also left a window open.
didn’t get too far before the enticing smell of spices and baked dough
reminded him how hungry he was. He followed the smell until he staring
into a kitchen where someone was bent over, pulling pies from an oven.
Jack called out for the guy’s attention, and when he finally glanced in
Jack’s direction, he scrambled to open the window.
kitty. What are you doing so high up?” he asked. Jack stiffened when the
guy picked him up, but he let himself get rescued from the precarious
ledge. “Where did you come from?”
Help me! I’m not really a cat! Jack tried to say, but as expected, it came out in a series of pitched meows.
okay. You hungry?” He set Jack on the floor to rummage around in his
fridge. He set out a plate of leftover meatballs which Jack, losing his
composure, attacked immediately.
“I’ll take care of you.
Don’t worry, little–uh– guy?” He attempted to lift Jack’s tail to
check, but Jack had hissed and swiped his claws. “Okay, never mind.
We’re not going there,” he said backing off. Satisfied, Jack continued
to eat, though with a suspicious eye on the guy who’d now dropped onto
his stomach to watch Jack with a bright smile.