[ WP ] You come home from work and find a stranger in your home . After a brief panic , you come to find that said stranger is your beloved pet turned human .

Working at a gas station is n't that bad. I grew up in a tough family and I learned to handle myself young. I trudged up my apartment stairs to the third floor two bedroom my wife and I lived in. She was just behind me while I unlocked the door, chatting about our days. The door clicked open and I saw the shape crouched on the couch. I pushed my wife back with one hand and with the other I wrapped a large hand around a slender but strong neck. Whoever they were released a loud squalling noise, like a screech through a neck rapidly losing blood. Nails scrabbled at my arm while I drove whoever they were to the ground, my mind ignoring the pain and just focusing on killing the naked man in my apartment. 
 
 The eyes were the first thing I noticed, they burned like polished pennies, his ear had a knick in it, and one finger was sightly bent, like it had been broken and healed wrong. I snapped back, letting my grip go and kicked my door shut. `` Oliver?'' My Tom cat Mr. Oliver was on the ground, crawling away from me on four, very human limbs. A loud crying came from my bathroom. A low, mournful sob `` I juuuust wanted waaaater.'' I do n't know why but o started laughing and could n't stop. I rolled over to the floor cackling like a damn moron. That fuzzy shithead would only drink water if I ran the bathroom sink. `` Lift the faucet handle!'' I choked out through bouts of hysterical laughter. A second later I heard water running in the bathroom and a subdued `` Cool...''
