You're Gonna Do WHAT??
It was while scratching an irritation on my arm that I noticed I had drawn blood; how could this be?
How strange that my blunt-cut nails were elongating into sharp claws.
Now what? My fingers are disappearing into a furry mass, as my body slowly shrinks to the floor! I am now standing on four limbs - no human arms and legs defined as such - with a fur-like substance covering my lithe body.
There is no pain as the changes take place, just a tingling surge through my body and mind; no pain, but total confusion.
I am not fully aware of what the changes mean, until I hear a strange voice shouting “Here, kitty, kitty! It’s break’ast-time.
“Come on, you rascally red tabby, you know I’m calling to you,” he states, as he stares directly at me.
ME? He’s calling ME a “kitty”, I question, as one of my hind limbs comes forward to scratch my right ear. What ARE these devilish feelings that are
I follow the voice’s urgings to keep some normalcy, and to also quiet the rumblings in my tummy (well, that’s a bit normal; I DO still enjoy my food).
“Poppy didn’t give you a full meal this morning, as we have that trip to the Vet to make,” he announces.
Whoooaaaahh…I know what that means: Needles, test for worms (y-u-c-k!), and maybe worse.
Might as well get this over with, I think, as I crawl into the pet-carrier.
It was a quick trip to the Vet and into his exam room. Seems I’ve been here before, but certainly not under these conditions.
When the Vet enters, he tells the ‘Poppy’, “It is good you are having this alteration done; toms make better pets after this surgery.”
They’re going to do WHAT to me? Oh, no you won’t…not to ME you don’t. Besides, I don’t have that kind of “equipment” you’re wanting to mess
“Meow!” I protest, adding another “Meooow!” then “MRRROOWWW!” I continue hissing.
Hey, Doc…it’s me, Mrs. Jinks. You don’t want to do this…really!
The Vet seemed startled. Did he hear my thoughts? I can only hope so.
I tried again, Doc, it IS me. Look closer; don’t you recognize me? The red fur…hair, doesn’t that ring your bells? You stick me with that needle, and I
swear…you won’t get another cent from me!
Just then the tingling surged through my body and mind once again; I was in quick reversal-mode.
To describe that the Vet was in absolute shock would be minimizing the scene; but I was whole again. Me!
“My gawd, what just happened?” Doc questioned. “Where did YOU come from Mrs. Jinks?”
“Well, Doc, it’s like this: you know I’m a writer, and I was to visualize and write about myself metamorphosizing …WAIT! I’m not even going there again. I’ll explain later when I next bring my cats to you.”
My poor little babies, I thought. But they'd already gone through their procedures a few years back. You don't suppose this morphing was their
doings, do you?
Moral: Beware of what you visualize…it just may come true .
Original © Jackie (Micke) Jinks, May 2005