You realize that Sofi's the one who tried to warn you about the whole contrived transformation thing that happened when you tried to leave the carnival the first time. If she was right then she's probably right now. You realize that heading into the lion's den (so to speak) wouldn't be the smartest thing you've ever done. Leaving, you decide, would be good.
"Hey, you know what?" You call into the trailer "I'm gonna leave actually."
"You don't want to talk anymore?" she calls back at you.
"No." you call back.
"Cat's can't talk." She calls. You wonder what she means by that. You almost wonder for too long because at that moment you see a bolt of pink energy flying right at you. You don't have time to run, but luckily you've been wearing your jacket slung over your shoulder. You hold it in front of the pink bolt and it irradiates the jacket. Quickly orange fur starts growing all over it. Within doesn't even look denim anymore. You drop the thing before the fur reaches your fingers, and you turn and run.
While leaving was a good idea, you realize that announcing that you were leaving was a bad one. An even worse idea, it seems was running away in a straight line. A second bolt of energy strikes you in the back, and this one seeps through your clothes.
The bolt also knock you to the ground. Your eyesight blurs and you shut your eyes and cradle your head in your hands. You notice that fur has already begun growing on your face. You try to open your eyes, but for some reason they don't open. You feel the oddly painless sensation of the muscles and bones shifting in your legs. You involuntarily lift up on you toes and the tickling feeling of fur growing all over your body is felt. You find it difficult to manage standing on up, but you manage until someone behind you shoves you on the back. You fall forward and catch yourself on your hands. Once they find the dirt you feel your fingers curl up as if they were cat's paws, and you feel a claw forcing its way out of each of your knuckles. You feel the fur grow over them and pads form on what now are your paws. You stand up on all fours.
Finally your eyes open and you take stock of your situation. You can tell that you're a cat, and from the size of everything you're a house cat. You can feel a tail twitching behind you and your attempts to yell only come out a feline yowl. You can also hear, and now smell, the woman behind you, and you see Sofi approach you and pick you up.
"He's cute, mom, can I keep him?" She asks her mother.
"Well," she hesitates "I can't see why not, I suppose, but you'll have to take care of him, and I want you to collar him so he doesn't escape." her mother says.
"Thanks, Mom, I will." Sofi says and walks away "You're an idiot, you know that?" she whispers in your ear after she's walked a few yards away.
You can only meow in reply.