In a quiet village, an elderly couple, Lucy and Harold, lived in a small cottage. Their lives were simple, filled with warmth and comfort.
One evening, as twilight fell, they felt a strange sensation—a gentle pull, starting in their bones and spreading
through their bodies. Their hands and feet changed, fur sprouted, and their once wrinkled skin softened.
In a blink, they were no longer human, but cats. Lucy’s fur was gray, matching her hair, while Harold’s coat was black, like his youthful eyes.
They looked at each other, blinking in surprise, then with a soft purr, snuggled together on the couch.
