[ WP ] You wake up as the family cat . Everyone still treats you like a human even though you meow and are now a cat .

I suppose I should have been surprised when the inevitable happened, but I really was n't. It seemed just.. *right* somehow. And really, it made perfect sense, given my Reddit username. 
 
 I laid in bed for a while after it happened. I was confused at first, wondering why I was wrapped in grey cloth, and realized that I was still sort of wearing the teeshirt I'd gone to sleep in the night before. Rubbing against the soft cloth, I started to try out some of my newfound abilities. Inhaling deeply, and sniffing along the fabric -- why did n't I see how soft it was before! -- I tested my whiskers out against the shirt, old with age and wear so it was nearly gauze. 
 
 The insight the whisker-feedback gave me was jawdroppingly intense. The pleasurable feeling it gave me, even more so. 
 
 ( And no, I'm not going into detail about it; this is a family subreddit, you pervert. ) 
 
 I stretched and yawned, and after a few moments rolling around IN the shirt, I realized I was still tightly under the covers. It's amazing how much harder it is to push out of them when you only weigh 12 pounds. I came up out of the covers, and was pleased to learn that my new coat of fur was keeping me toasty warm and just seemed to shimmer in the morning sunlight through the window. 
 
 I leaped down from the bed, landing softly on the floor, and immediately realized my biggest problem: the closed bedroom door. I did the only thing I could, really - I called for help. 
 
 `` Mmmrrrrroooooooooowwwwwww --'' I immediately shut my mouth, and tried much softer calls for help. No sense scaring the bejesus out of my parents. 
 
 `` Mmrrroww? Mmmmrrrrrrr-ow?'' I politely asked, scratching on the door lightly -- I knew better than to leave marks, because who would have to paint it, and never mind how to get THAT particular feat accomplished. 
 
 After a few minutes, I started to get a bit more frantic, and, well, I needed to pee something fierce, so the calls got more and more intense, and in my frustration, I headbutted the door. More scratching and meowing brought the sound of footsteps, and, presently, the door swung back as I stepped back out of its arc, and I looked up at my father. 
 
 `` Mrrow! Mrrrrow mrrrrroww, mrrrrrow!'' I chirped at him, not even realizing until he said `` Good morning, son'' that he could n't understand a single thing I was saying. He gave me a skritch behind the ears and led the way downstairs as I followed. 
 
 `` Well, good morning! Look at momma's little boy!'' Mom exclaimed as I padded into the room and looked up at her. She patted the arm of the recliner and I jumped up, getting pet-pets -- how did I never know that was a thing before? Or how good it felt! -- and then jumping down to the floor and following my dad out to the kitchen.
