Kittens

The last line of her father only rang in her mind for a couple of seconds before the darkness surrounded her. However, that faded quickly as well and soon morphed into something she couldn't make out at first. The only thing she could make out is that her perspective was different, she seemed even smaller than before.

Coco tried to get up, but her four feet were wobbly and she soon fell down again. 'Four feet?' Coco was confused as her sight slowly got better. She was standing on all fours indeed, but technically it would be correct to say paws and not feet. She once again tried to get up and this time she actually managed to stay on all fours. The tiny creature she turned into let out a high-pitched squeak that barely resembled a mewl. Slowly, she toddled forward to examine her surroundings.

It took her a couple of minutes, but soon she got the hang of it, her paws, the soft fur on her skin, the ears and the tail all started to feel familiar and she started to become more aware of her movements as her body grew a little to look more like a cat rather than a newborn kittens. She mewled a little firmer and soon could hear and smell others. Her movements, just like her body, resembled that of a cat - smooth and prideful as she drew closer to her siblings.

As she saw the other kittens from her litter, her instinct took over and she started jumping and pouncing all over the overs, trying to get them to play with her at some times, establishing herself as more powerful in other times. Coco felt right at home, she could have fun with all other kittens and just enjoy life without expectations.

Even before someone entered, she could smell and hear that something was different with whoever came closer to the room. It wasn't another cat, it was something a lot taller with weird looking paws that held something that smelled pretty appetizing to her. Almost immediately she had the bowl of cat milk in front of her and happily started drinking it, purring louder with each time her tongue dipped into the delicious liquid.

As she was done she rolled onto her side and was about to clean herself when she was picked up by the same person that placed the bowl in front of her. Whoever it was, the person sat down and placed her in her lap, gently petting and scratching her as she cleaned herself. Her purrs filled the room and her tail slowly dangled from side to side. Coco stretched and yawned, the heat of the person she used as a pillow making it really comfortable for her to just relax.

When she woke up, she realized that she was curled up in her bed. Still a little dizzy from her dream she got up on all fours and stretched forward, just like cats do, and yawned loudly.

"Good morning, Sleepyhead" her father smiled at her. "How was your night?"

Coco blushed a little bit embarrassed and quickly sat down. "Good morn..." she hesitated for a moment as she realized that her father had a tray in his hands. "Dad? What is that?" she asked as she saw the carrot, the salmon and the pork cheek. "Did we get a new pet?"

Her father chuckled softly and gently patted her hair. "Sort of, princess. Sort of. Would you like anything of that tray?"

Without hesitation at all, her head darted forward and she bit into the salmon, dragging it onto her bed and quickly finishing it, while her father scratched her head which felt a lot more pleasant than she remembered. Her father smiled softly. "Such a cute little kitten" he smiled. "You have a choice to make, Coco. I think you should get checked up after yesterday, see if the medication worked. We can either do this here in my lab or we can back to P4 to have you properly examined."