Chapter One
A dog named Cooper was roaming the streets one fine Saturday afternoon. He believed that Saturdays were magical. For this reason, he’s been trying to find some way to get to his wish every Saturday. His plan was pretty simple: walk around on Saturdays, try to find something magical, and turn into a cat. Yup, that was his dream… to turn into a cat. Siamese cat to be specific.
“If only,” he thought to himself, “If only I could be a cat.”
He was so lost in his dreams of being a cat that he didn’t notice the fluffy animal in front of him. He accidentally bumped into her.
“Hey!”
“You’re a- a cat,” Cooper said, incredibly impressed.
“Well, obviously,” the cat said with a heavy British accent.
“A Siamese cat,” Cooper said, still marveling.
The cat started at Cooper for a moment. “Have you never seen a cat before?”
“I’ve never had a cat talk to me,” Cooper said. He was officially out of wow-I-just-met-a-cat land.
“Anyway, you’re in my way.” The cat walked around Cooper and started leaving.
“Wait!” Cooper yelled, “I need your help.”
“My help with what exactly?” the cat asked.
“You’re a cat right?”
“Yes. Obviously.”
“Then you can help turn me into a cat!” Cooper exclaimed.
The cat looked at Cooper as if he had just told her to eat a cockroach. “That’s not the way it works.”
“Well that’s the way it’s going to work from now on,” Cooper said firmly.
The cat did the animal equivalent of a facepalm and turned around to leave once again.
“How about I help you and you help me?” Cooper asked.
The cat turned back around. “I’m just running away from home, you can’t help me with that.”
“Fine then,” Cooper said, irritatedly, “I’ll figure out how to turn into a cat on my own.”
The cat walked away slowly.
Cooper glared in her direction. If all cats are that stuck up, then I do not want to be a cat.
Who was he kidding? Of course, Cooper wanted to be a cat! It’s been his dream since… forever! Talking to this cat had been the closest he had ever gotten to turning into a cat. He couldn’t believe that he was letting this opportunity slip away so easily.
“I don’t need a cat’s help to be a cat,” Cooper told himself.
He thought for a minute. “Maybe I should try making Sundays magical instead of Saturdays.”