As you stare at the screen, you suddenly get a whiff of many different scents at once. Body odour, deodorant, and sweaty gym shorts. Your son, Jeremy, Jeremy Heere, 16 and deep in the *throws of puberty. Lanky, voice cracks, and sweats like his life depends on it.
He must have come up behind you after you transformed. He strokes you and lifts the device, looking at it. Its screen is black and he shrugs and puts it in a drawer, closing it. Hes sure someone will find it if they need it, or if anyone brings it up.
He lifts you up, and you realise how giant he is. The smell.somewhat intensifies and you would have wrinkled your nose if you could. He pets you then carries you into his bedroom. Messy, and stinks of his b.o. You were always telling him to clean it, but in this reality your more relaxed husband must jsut tell him to keep his eye on it, unlike your more "pushy" approach
He sets you down, not realising he had closed the door behind him and flops down onto his bed, scrolling through his phone.
So you're stuck as Jeremy's pet cat, in a reality where nobody would ever know it was ever different, without the device. Your other teenage son and husband should be home from work and school soon.
Jeremy peels off his gym shorts and grabs some deodorant, spraying it over himself, before pulling on a pair of jeans and a blue stripy shirt.