Dirty dishes

 It was early night when I transformed
My body formed the furr and claws of a big cat
I left my kitchen and hopped into the cool night
jetting into the low bush between the beach and houses

Muscle expanded and contracted electrified
senses honed I salivated I engorged
Something was moving in the shrubs
Instinct screamed it was food

Seconds later blood and furry remains
I was out on the first dune licking my paws
The hilltop mansions illuminating the sand
slowling thin messy froth of dying waves

I didn´t bother washing myself
I needed to remind myself what I was
before I transformed again
Into that human blob

Up the beach something stirred with the trees
It was some old man shouting in rage
a hundred meters up he jumped out
shaking a big stick

I had apparently eaten his Corgi
His replacement for wife and children long gone
I had feasted on it leaving barely anything remaining
The old man was approaching cautiously

But I was still digesting
I turned toward the man then looked up at my own house
He might get atleast one swing before I put him down
I´ll let him be, besides there´s a pile of unwashed dishes to clean