Paul was beyond humiliated. Hours earlier he was a prominent construction contractor, a tough man, and most importantly HUMAN. Now he was nothing more than a pussy with a pussy lying underneath what used to be his own damned bed. Paul glared down at his paws. He stretched his new mits, causing sharp claws to quickly pop out. He tried to wiggle what would be his thumb, but to know avail.
"Damn, I really am a cat." He thought. "A girl one at that... I seem destined to be stuck as one at this rate."
Paul stretched up, feeling his tail almost wriggle on its own. Surprisingly, walking on all fours came naturally to him, and was easier than expected. "Probably that camera's fault." He mumbled.
As he calmed down further, his humiliation slowly mutated into shame. He sprawled out on the floor near the window and began to think everything over. Here he was, complaining about being transformed while his family and his daughter's boyfriend was going through the same situation.
"M-maybe I should go down... YAWN... down there." He thought, feeling suddenly very warm. As the light from the window gently lit the room, Paul's excitement over the day mixed with his new cat body combined to become the perfect sleep formula. His eyes fluttered and he drifted off to sleep.
"Hu-huh?" Paul thought deliriously. "What was I.... oh shit did I really just fall asleep?!"
The small cat hopped up, rapidly looking around the room. Nothing seemed to be any different other than the fact that the light from the window had diminished. There wasn't a clock in there, but Paul guessed it had to have been a couple of hours. Looking over, he noticed that the door was now shut to the room... had someone been up there?
"No time to guess, gotta check on Emily and Olivia... and Rick I guess." He thought.
With an agile sprint he quickly scaled the door, hooked his tiny cat paws onto the door handle and let gravity do the rest. Once open, Paul started to move towards the the end of the hall, but stopped just as he reached the top of the stairs.
"Shit, it's probably been hours... who knows how messed up it could be down there. Or, hey, maybe they fixed it all ha..." He thought, not believing his own forced optimism.
Paul slowly hopped down the stairs, then stared out into the living room where everyone had been earlier.