Aleuranthropy - My Transformation into a Cat

The building stood on the corner of Rainier and Court. It was three stories high and quite well taken care of, considering the neighborhood it resided in. A few patches of peeling paint, and not too many cracked bricks here and there, but otherwise, in good shape. On the bottom floor of the building was a warehouse, all the wares inside abandoned; the second floor was office space, all abandoned as well. The third floor held an apartment, which spanned the length and width of the whole building, some 4,600 square footage of lofty goodness. Actually the last 600 square feet were occupied by a veranda of sorts, that had it's own access to the street below; on the Court side. The apartment itself had a high ceiling, enough to have a sort of pseudo second floor, one that held a very large bedroom and bath. These two rooms were accessed from a stairwell that ran along the back wall of the living space. Which was, believe it or not, pretty much the rest of the floor. The kitchen was a small island off to one side. There was an elevator close to the kitchen, recessed in the wall, which led to the parts of the building that the two occupants of this wonderful abode had never seen. They accessed the apartment from the back veranda, always. Once they had purchased the apartment from the previous owner, they never felt the need to explore. The previous owner apparently owned the entire building, and ran quite a successful shuttle business, ferrying the shipments that were dropped off from outside vendors to their prospective places within the city. Because of the location near the outskirts of the city, near the major highways; it was prime space and several companies paid a modest sum to have their goods delivered there and picked up by delivery companies or vice-versa.
But, one day, the owner just up and decided to quit. He fired his whole staff and sold the apartment to its current occupants. The office space and warehouse remain untouched, at least as far as anyone knows, and it's currently up for lease. The previous owner never gave a reason why he did what he did and the two people who now live there had no reason to ask. They had thought, the owner would someday come back and claim all of the goods and office equipment that were abandoned, but he never showed. Someday, they'd venture there and see what there was to see.
The two occupants, you ask? Well, a couple, they were; the woman…well, I forgot a lot about her, so we'll move on the man. He was, well…me. Average height, average build, average strength…just average. They had a decent life, at least I remember it as so, they both worked; where? Can't remember…
It was kind of weird, though. Things started to get unusual. He, err, rather, I started dreaming about cats, of all things. I didn't like cats all that much, too self-centered for my taste, and my allergies, brought me down like a sack of bricks whenever one was around. But, the dreams were vivid and surreal at the same time. I dreamed that I was running with cats, eating with cats, playing with cats, cats, cats, always these damn cats. I didn't speak of this to her, she didn't like cats at all.
After a few weeks of this, I actually started to see cats. On our veranda, in the morning, at night; I started seeing one or two cats and before too long ten to twenty cats. I started leaving milk outside on the veranda steps for them. They liked it, and, of course, there seemed to be more and more of them. I still dreamed the same dreams…of cats and running with them. Strange feeling, that.
The dreams continued for I can't remember how long. One day I went to the bedroom to take a nap. It was sometime, mid-afternoon maybe. I just crashed…hard. I slept for a long time. Days, I think. I woke up, feeling like I had drank way too much; fuzzy head, dry tongue. I padded, down the stairs to the fridge and realized that, the steps were pretty hard to navigate. When I finally made it to the fridge it was huge. I couldn't reach the door handle. When I tried again, I focused on my hand, which was a fuzzy paw, which was weird. I looked down at my feet, which were behind me below a swishing tail; and I thought, there's something wrong. I must be dreaming.
According to her, she found me drinking from a bowl of milk out on the veranda with a bunch of cats, and I wasn't one of them. Weird.
My mind woke up; while I was running with a pack of cats, down the road. I think it was the road I lived on, but I wasn't sure. We were running from something. Not sure what, but it was big and loud, and scary. We ran into a building, a warehouse I think. I recognized it as the one I lived above, at least before. There was a hole in the door; we slipped through, into a relatively empty warehouse, if it weren't for all the cats. Hundreds of them, sleeping, sitting, walking, lounging. There were a few people around, as well; looking dazed and confused, and all-around quite putout.
My heart was beating fast, from all the running. We stopped, and I looked around at my companions, who, in turn, looked back. Things started to get fuzzy again. I woke up again, on the cold, hard floor. Others were there. A few people were looking at me, and several cats were, too. I looked down at myself, at smooth-skinned nakedness. What was going on? I tried to move again, but it didn't work, my body didn't really respond. Things were fuzzy again, but I held on to consciousness and I witnessed my transformation from the inside out. Strange. For some reason, this was no big deal to me. A few cats came over and seemed to be saying something; I could understand them. They were welcoming me, to the finality. They had waited a long, very long time. It was comfortable.