No!

No! the thought echoes through you like lightning. You can't live the rest of your life as a cat. Even though you can't see a way to get out now, a possibility might present itself later.

Right now all you can do is to endure. However long it might be.

The start of the night (at least that is how you deduce it in your head), you recognize through the sound of a door being opened.

Immediately you tense your muscles, your ruanite clad ears following each footstep, then finally the woman stops, and she starts patting your head. The invader turned off through the single push of a button.

"How is my new cat doing?" she asks in a kind tone.