"Alright, Artmeis, old buddy," you said, bringing the tank to the skin of your house cat. "Time to take in the breath of life."
Positioning the cat's deflated form so the mouth would be on top of the nozzle, you clamped down on its snout and flipped the knob. A hiss filled the room and you watched with relief as Artmeis took shape again. When he began to move again, you stopped the air tank and let him break free.
The cat blinked a few times while sitting on your bed and looked over itself. Then it spoke in your mother's voice.
"John, what did you do to me!?"
"Wait, mom?"
"Of course it's me! Why am I a cat?"
"Oh," you slowly realized. "I get it. I deflated you last, so your air came out first."
You read the nozzle which stated more than a quarter of the way full. Artmeis, being a cat, did not account for a large amount of air so his essence, including most of your mothers, still remained within the tank. Or at least that was your theory.
"You better explain yourself, young man," your cat mother said, taking a pose she normally would when scolding you as a human.
You bit back a laugh. "Look, mom. You're not going to believe this but the air tank I bought at the garage sale deflates people."
"What!?"
"It's kind of hard to explain," you wondered how you could even begin to wrap your head around cartoon logic to your parent. "I can turn you back though. I just need to deflate you again."
Your mother's ears perked up. "Deflate me? Again?"
"Yes, to put you back in your body."
"Unacceptable! I refuse!"
"Then you'll be stuck like that, mom. What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is I don't trust you, young man! Whatever you did to me, it's very dangerous and I don't want it to happen to me again! I was aware of the whole thing and did not like it one bit!"
"Come on, you don't trust me, mom?"
"You can take complete advantage of me like that. No, John. It's not right."
"Okay, okay," you rolled your eyes. "Someone is going to have to explain to Briana why our mother is suddenly our cat."
Your mother slapped a paw to her face. "Briana! I totally forgot! She's still at Tiffany's house! I need to go pick her up."
"Well, I don't think Tiffany will let you take her away as a cat. And I can't be the one to go, right? Tiffany doesn't know me."
"True," your mother thought for a moment, wagging her tail on the bed. "Well, young man. You got me into this mess and you're going to get me out of it."
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