That’s exactly what happened to me. My name is Michael, well now its Michelangelo and I am a cat. Yea, you heard me right.
Apparently a dark spirit or an agent for Death tried to steal my soul before my number was up. I was able to fight hard enough to jump back into a body, into the realm of the living but I landed in a feline.
Now I must convince my daughter and niece that it is me and persuade them to help me fight off the zombie attacks from this dark spirit before my time runs out.
Time that is hanging around my neck in the form of an amulet.
When a gypsy witch and her cousin cross our path, secrets are revealed and the sacrifices I must make to win this battle for my soul.
Who would have thought that Death was an entity and would end up saving me.
Wasn’t the life of a cat supposed to be lazy?