Don't panic, Lalna. You're a genius, you can fix this. I pace around my lab and try to calm my self down. So you made a mistake, its happened before and you always found a way to fix it...but those mistakes didn't result in me having paws and whiskers!

I leap up onto my lab table and scan over the chemicals I was experimenting with. Some of them have spilled onto the table, and I'm careful not to step in any of them. OK, I was trying to make a potion that would heighten my senses...using cat DNA...

I shake my head as my thoughts drift to tuna. This is absurd! I don't even like tuna! I shake my head again, and revert my attention back the the mess on my table. I have to focus, I have to find a why to change back. That is if there is a way to turn back... There has to be! I don't want to be a cat forever! I don't want to be a cat at all! I place a...paw..on my forehead, dreading the budding headache. I'm surprised when I don't feel fur under my paw. Instead it hits what feels like plastic or glass.

At first I'm not sure what it is, but after a bit of 'pawing' at it, I realize that somehow I managed to keep my goggles even as a cat. The normalcy of my goggles being perched on top of my head, brings me some much needed comfort, and I manage to calm myself enough to study what I put in the potion. None of the chemicals I put in would do something like this on they're own. I ether put to much cat DNA in it, or the DNA reacted with one of the chemicals in a way I hadn't foreseen. Perhaps both.

I leap form the table with the spilled potion, to the one adjacent, where I left the extra chemicals when I was preparing the potion. If I could recreate the reaction between the mystery chemical and the cat DNA I may be able to reverse its effects. Of course that would first require discovering what the mystery chemical is. I scan the chemicals scattered around the the table, and set to work.

After many hours of testing, which would have taken a lot less time if I wasn't a cat with the lack of opposable thumbs and all, I found the only thing that could have caused the reaction. It also happens to be the only thing I put in to the potion that I didn't have any more of...but I tested everything else so it has to be this. Lucky its quite accessible, even for a cat.

It was Rosemary. I through it in as a last ditch effort to improve the taste and smell of the potion, but that's unimportant now. Point is I probably need it to change back. I even know where a wild patch grows.

I leap from the table and trot down to the courtyard. My mood has improved greatly since this mourning, do to the thought that my ordeal will soon be coming to a close. But before this can be so, I am faced with one more great challenge. Getting out of my castle...

I can reach the computer by siting in the window sill beside it, but I have no fingers to type 'open' into it... after a bit of trial and error, I find I'm able to press the keys with my nose, without to much trouble. I slip through the now open doors and make my way down the mountain.

Once at the bottom, and my thoughts no longer consist of tumbling down it, I find myself enjoying the new sights, sounds and smells that come with the cat senses. I suppose the potion did do what it was supposed to just with...side-effects.

The rosemary patch isn't far from my castle so it doesn't take me long to reach it. I rummage around in it for a bit looking for a suitable sample. When I find one I grab it in my mouth as best I can without damaging it to badly. I brake it off from the rest of the bush and start walking in the direction I had come. I didn't get far.

When I first heard it I wasn't sure what it was, and like the idiot scientist I am, I stop to investigate. When I finally realize what the sound was it was already to late to run.

I cower as I watch the wolves close in. Their growls were what I had herd. They've surround me by now, and I can see them smile at the prospect of an easy snack. I yelp when one leaps at me, biting my paw. Another one bites into my back.

They were playing with me. They know I couldn't run so they were playing with their food. I hiss and scratch at the wolf biting my left paw with my right. He yelps and lets go when my claws cut in to his eye. Unfortunately my victory is short lived for the wolf than leaps at my throat. I can feel the blood run down my neck as I start to lose conciseness.

The last thing I hear before I embrace the darkness completely is what sounds like gunshots.