A Descriptive recount
As I woke that morning, I saw a long, furry, black tail curled up beside me. My feet were no longer feet, they were black,furry, paws and I didn't have nails, I had sharp claws like the tip of a knife. I saw long, whiskers.
My skin was black, like I had just closed my eyes, and furry like a big, soft rug, it was very itchy!
I heard the squeek of a mouse, and as I tried to talk I meowed instead. I heard my claws scrape as I walked towards the mirror.
It seemed as if my whole body was shrinking. I felt lazy as if I wanted to go in front of the fire and roast my paws.
Slowly I reached to touch my face, my nose felt like an arrow.
I walked poshly like the Queen walking to her throne.
I felt lazy, confuesed terrified. My fur stood up on end.
Who am I?