Mewkin
Lily is thirteen, dangerously cat-obsessed, and one emotional whisker away from not having a cat. After eight years of begging, bribing, and dramatically sighing at pet stores, her catless existence has become a full-blown tragedy, like, Oscar-worthy levels of drama. So when she finds a fluffy white alley cat, she does what any cat-starved girl would do: feeds it, pets it, and accidentally triggers a cosmic soul-swap that turns her into a fur-covered, tail-wagging, whisker-twitching feline with zero thumbs and a sudden craving for sardines. Meanwhile, the cat-now in Lily's body, is out here blinking like "I have thumbs, Wi-Fi, and access to snacks. I am unstoppable." And just like that, Lily's dream of having a cat becomes being one, complete with the urge to knock over water glasses and stare at walls for no reason. The prophecy has spoken. The paws have risen. And the cat? She's already Googling "how to open fridge with thumbs."