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// June 1 2015 
// Story: You've Got to be Foaly Kitty Me 
// by Josh Crapo 
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    I wake up one day after a nice re-tour of the house I’ll be staying at once more and it seems that I can’t find Rusty anywhere.  It seems he’d ran off looking for his food or waiting for me to open the door so I could let him out.
I grab my three packages of pop-tarts, at least that’s better for you than school lunch nowadays, altogether and just as I go to grab my book bag, I see the door wide open.  That’s strange.  I could’ve sworn Greg closed it.  It’s clear in my memory.  But, really, who gives a fang?  I make sure the door’s closed after I exit carrying my book bag, lunch and umbrella all together.  It’s going to be a rainy day out, so I might as well bring my source of mobile shelter.
After my walk back I fill the food and water dish fresh with a new meal.  I set down my backpack and umbrella and get straight to my new assignments.  “I wonder what senior prank was played this year,” I tell my curious self.  By now, I probably would’ve heard a meow but nothing.  I hold my ear at my palm to be certain there’s a meow but still nothing, or so I thought.
Within thirty seconds, I didn’t hear meowing but I did hear something else, muffled noise.  Around here, muffled noises are pretty usual, but not as worried as this muffled noise.  It seems to’ve been saying on the lines of, “what is that”, “what’s that noise” or “oh my gosh”.  I stopped everything I was doing and darted toward the direction the muffled questions were coming from.
But as I went to the front yard after exiting from the back, I noticed a something very orange and tall.  I’ve heard fanfictions where certain people turn into ponies themselves, but never had I read one of meeting a random pony out of no where.  He doesn’t even look like he’s a character from Friendship is Magic, just an original character.  There certainly was no sign of an idea for the senior prank this year.  Wait, could this be it?  Was the senior prank that they brought ponies of Friendship is Magic here?  I wonder.  Only one way to find out.
“Hey there.”  I wave to the pony before I examine him further.  Wait.  Orange coat.  That’s familiar.  And those green eyes.  They look a lot like Rusty’s.  He actually has wings now, as well as a cutie mark.  The orange stallion waves a hoof to me, and somehow, I can’t help but break out in a smile.  “What’s your name?”
“Wind Rust,” says the stallion.  Wow.   It’s almost as if that’s Rusty.
“Wait, Wind Rust?”
Wind Rust just nods.
“Well, I’ve been looking for a cat that was just here last night.”  I think I’d said enough now.  For at that moment, Wind Rust hangs his head and his ears sink.  This has to be Rusty.  His coat, his eyes, his reaction to what I’d been doing in the morning.  “Well, when I woke up this morning, I poured a fresh meal for the cat and he-” I was interrupted by a sudden sound of disgust coming from Wind Rust.
“So I guess you tried it?”
“Yeah, not good at all.”  It feels so weird to have a former cat, now a pony actually interacting with me instead of a blank face or at least a pur.  Neither of those exist now.  But I’m just playing it safe, assuming that it’s NOT Rusty.  But I can’t help it.
I wonder how Eve is now that Rusty’s now a pony.