Cat Trouble Ch 3

I've been a cat for almost a week now. I'd play with my scarf every now and then, but then stop and fix it. I stayed at Sam's house, always in her room. I just didn't want to find out what would happen if her parents found me. I lay down with my forepaws tucked under my chest and my tail wrapped around my body, my head set on the soft bed.

I lifted my head as Sam entered the room. She threw her backpack on the floor beside the bed and got out her laptop. She set it in front of me while she lay on her stomach behind me. She turned the laptop on and went into some sort of chatroom.

Danny: Hey guys

Tucker: Hey dude

Sam: I'm just glad its the weekend…

Tucker: Yeah me too

Danny: I haven't seen any ghosts lately… Its too quiet

Sam: Well that just means we can hang out without any interruptions

I looked at Sam and meowed, sitting up. "What is it, Krista," she asked. I pointed my paw at the keyboard and meowed. "Alright, Krista."

Sam: Hang on. Krista wants to type something. And if I know cats it'll look like gibberish lol

I rolled my eyes, a small smile forming on my face.

Sam: Krista: I am actually Luna!

I sat back on my haunches and waited for a reply. Even Sam was silent.

Danny: Sam was that you typing for her?

Sam leaned forward and started typing.

Sam: No it wasnt me! Krista actually typed that!

Danny: Fine I'll call you and we'll see if she typed it or not

A few seconds later something popped up on the screen and Sam accepted it. Two split screens appeared; one containing Danny and the other containing Tucker.

"Okay, now tell Krista to type something," Danny told Sam.

I rolled my eyes and began typing on the keyboard with my small paws.

Sam: Hi

I sat back and lifted a paw and sort of waved slowly. Both Danny and Tucker had shocked faces.

"Luna?"

Sam: Yes! Do you know how long Ive been trying to tell you guys that?! Being a cat without any powers is hard and weird!

"Well, I don't think I know of any other animal that is as smart as Luna," Tucker replied.

"True," Danny replied. "But how are you a cat?"

I hissed at the memory and then typed on the keyboard.

Sam: I was sleeping in an alley like I normally do and then I got shot with a dart that contained some type of liquid. I looked up and the GiW were sitting on the top of the roof above me! I frantically tried to get the dart off and tried to run away, but then I blacked out. When I woke up a few mins later, I was seeing at cat level. I saw my reflection in a puddle and I ran to the sidewalk where I met Sam

"Wow, that's some story," Sam, Tucker, and Danny said in unison.

Sam: Come on! You gotta help me!!

I flattened my ears against my head and made a tiny mewl, showing I was upset. My ears perked up at a loud knocking.

"What was that?" Danny asked.

Sam sighed, "I'll be right back. Someone's at the door." She then got up and walked over to her door, opened it, and walked out.

I tilted my head to the side in curiosity. I stood up and crept to the edge of the bed.

"Oh and now you're leaving too," Danny asked.

I hissed in reply, telling them to keep quiet. I jumped off the bed and padded out of the door, where Sam had left a crack. I padded around the corner and crept up to the railing, close to where the stairs were. I peaked over the edge, my whiskers twitching in curiosity. My pupils narrowed and then widened when I saw who was at the door. The Guys in White. I mewled softly in surprise and fear and raced back into Sam's room. I flew onto the bed – because I was running so fast – and began typing on the laptop.

Sam: The GiW are here!!!

My ears perked up to footsteps going up the stairs and I immediately leaped off the bed on the other side and crawled under the bed. I crawled to the wall and crouched down, my ears back in fear.

Sam opened the door and walked into her room, followed by two Guys in White. I moved ever so closer to the wall. The two men walked further into the room and one man knelt down, looking under the bed.

"What's going," I heard Danny say, and then the sound of Sam's laptop closing.

The man looking under the bed looked my way and saw me; he put a device in front of his face – pointed at me – and beeped. "Found her," he said. He reached out to grab me and I tried to crawl away, but I wasn't fast enough. He grabbed my scruff and pulled me out from under the bed.

I writhed and hissed in his grasp, trying to get free. When that didn't work, I twisted around and bit down on his hand. He yelled in pain and released me. I landed on my paws and tried to run away, but the other man grabbed my scruff with one hand and my hindquarters with the other. I hissed and meowed until they put me in some type of container. They closed the lid and I tried to get out, but it was futile.

"What are you doing," Sam yelled angrily at them.

"We're taking our experiment back to the lab," one man said, "by order of the government." He pulled out a sheet of paper from inside his vest.

They pushed Sam aside and walked out of her room, down the stairs, and out of her house. I turned and meowed, my paws on the glass as I stared at Sam's house.