Every Cat Has His Day

Once there was a dog who wished to be a cat. He walked all through the little town he lived in, which happened to be called Cherry Blossom Hollow, and searched for a way to become what he wished. He searched through the trash cans, trying to find some lunch, when an orange cat with black rings around its tail hopped atop a garbage can.
"Hello," she purred. "What are you supposed to be?"
The dog sniffed it her and then went back to what he was doing, sniffing a fish skeleton. "Nothing," he whined.
"I ate that for lunch," the cat said, licking her lips daintily. "It was quite delicious."
"Don't rub it in," the dog said, instead beginning to investigate a banana peel. "Who are you?"
"I'm a cat."
The dog rolled his eyes. "I mean your name. What's your name?"
"Rose," the cat replied. "I have two sisters called Tulip and Iris. We call ourselves the Cherry Blossom Cats."
"You a band or something?" the dog asked, climbing head-first into a trash can and sniffing deeply.
Rose hopped to the ground. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," she said, shaking her head at him.
"What?" the dog demanded, popping out of the trash with a bag that had once been used for school lunches on his head. He looked rather silly.
"Stick your nose into something that doesn't belong to you," Rose said pointedly as she stepped back. "Mr. Henry will be angry."
"Who's Mr. Henry?" the dog asked.
"The man who owns the fish shop," Rose said. "By the way, when a lady... or in this case a cat, introduces herself, it is considered proper for her new doggie gentlemen friend to do the same."
"Pardon me," the dog said, hopping down from the trash can so fast that the bag fell off his head. "Darn...I was beginning to like that..."
"Leave it," Rose said. "What's your name?"
"Sherman," the dog said proudly.
"And what's your purpose?"
Sherman flattened his ears. "What do you mean?"
"Why are you here?"
He hung his head. "It is quite silly really."
"Really?" Rose laughed. "I can't imagine why."
"Please do," Sherman said. "It is just...I hate being a dog."
Rose blinked. "Hate being a dog? I never heard of such a thing."
Sherman whined, "I want to be like you!"
"A...cat?" Rose asked. "You actually want to be a cat?"
The dog nodded. "Yes," he said very quietly. "Don't you have magic or something?"
"A magic cat?" Rose said. "I like the sound of that. My grandmother was the first cat in Cherry Blossom Hollow, and she was very gifted...perhaps I could try, Sherman."
Sherman nodded, "Yes, please!"
Rose rolled her eyes and smiled indulgently. "All right. Shut your eyes, now, Sherman."
Sherman did as he was told. Then he heard some strange words, but Rose was saying them so he felt better about it. Then all of a sudden, Rose spoke in a different voice.
"Sherman? Sherman?"
He opened his eyes. Suddenly Rose was eye-level to him. "Rose?" he asked, his voice coming from where he knew not.
She smiled. "It worked!" she cried, bounding over to a piece of tin foil, abandoned by a stranger, but that is another story. "Look!" Rose cried, her green eyes alight with joy.
Sherman walked slowly over to the tin foil. A jet-black cat with the brightest green eyes he'd ever seen, second to Roses', stood there. He turned slowly to Rose. "I...got my wish?" he whispered.
Rose smiled. "Every cat has his day. Come on, I'll show you where to get the best fish! Tulip and Iris will love to meet you."
As Rose bounded off into the distance, Sherman thought, This will be fun, and raced after her.