I'll be reading a story today called "Me and My Cat," by Satoshi Kitamura, both illustrated and written by, so lets get into it.

Late one night an old lady in a pointed hat came in through my bedroom window.

She brandished her broom at me and fired out some words. Then she left without saying goodbye. . .

"Nicholas, wake up!" You'll be late for school."

It must be mom. It must be morning again.

Mom dragged me to the bathroom and made me wash and dress. Downstairs she interrupted my breakfast. She was furious.

She carried me off to catch the school bus. I had gone. . . but I was still here . . .

"How strange," I thought to myself, pulling my whiskers.

WHISKERS?!

I rushed to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Leonardo, my cat, was starring back at me. But it wasn't him inside.

It was me Nicholas! I couldn't believe my eyes. I had turned into a cat!

"Don't panic," I told myself. I sat in the armchair to consider the situation carefully. . .

I fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt a little better. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to be a cat. I didn't have to go to school, did I?

I hopped onto the table, and from there to the top of the shelves. What fun! I could never do this before.

I decided to leap toward the cupboard on the other side of the room. Ready, set. . . OOPS!

Mom threw me out of the house.

While I was rambling in the garden, Gioconda, the next-door-neighbor cat, came up and licked me all over my face. Yuck!

"Time to go for a walk," I thought.

The brick wall was warm under my paws. As I got close to Miss Thomson's garden, a funny thought occurred to me.

Miss Thomson had given me Leonardo when he was a kitten. Leonardo was Heloise's son. Did that mean Heloise was now my mother?

"Miaow, Miam (Hello, Mom)," I called tentatively. She ignored me completely.

Farther along, I came across three mean-looking cats.

"Excuse me. May I go through?" I said. "No, go away! It's our wall," replied one. "I think the wall belongs to every-But before I could finish my sentence

they were all over me. We punched and kicked and scratched one another until we fell off the wall, entangled.

"Bowwowowowowowowow!" A dog came running toward us, barking furiously. The cats ran away in all directions.

It was Bernard, Mr. Stone's dog. He's a sweet dog, my favorite in the neighborhood.

"Thanks, Bernard. You came just in time. . . " But he chased me out of the garden. Of course! He couldn't recognize me.

So this was the world that Leonardo lived in. Life was as tough and complicated as it was for humans.

When I got home, I went into the house. Then I heard a scratching noise coming from the front door.

It was "me" back from school, trying to get in through the cat flap. But was he me, "Nicholas"? Or was he poor little Leonardo inside my body?

Once indoors, he continued to behave strangely. He scratched himself earnestly, and when that was done, he challenged his shoes until they surrendered.

He licked his sweater clean, then spent a long time sharpening his nails. He found the goldfish particularly fascinating.

He tried to sort the washing, and then the yarn. . . but at last he gave up.

He found the radiator and the litter box irresistible. But he didn't seen to like me at all.

At last, Mom saw something was wrong with her son. She became so worried that she called the doctor and asked him to come at once.

"Nothing to worry about," said Dr. Wire. "He's just a little overtired. Send him to bed early and he'll be fine in the morning."

Mom was still very upset. She held him tight in her arms all evening. I felt sorry for them both.

I climbed on Leonardo-in-my-shape and stroked his cheek. He purred. Then Mom stroked me gently. I purred.

Later that night, the old lady in the pointed hat came in through my bedroom window.

"Sorry, love. I got the wrong address," she said. She brandished her broom and blurted out some words. Then she left without saying good night.

"Nicholas, wake up! You'll be late for school," I heard Mom shouting.

Everything was back to normal.

At school Mr. McGough sat on the table. He scratched himself, licked his shirt, and fell asleep for the rest of the lesson.

Well that's the end of our story. It's been very enjoyable to sit here and read to you.

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