My day started off normal, as normal as a singer's life can be.

However, just before a concert, I seem to get whisked away by something in my dressing room to a place full of ponies. Magical, talking, pastel ponies nonetheless. If they can use magic, asking to get home should be no problem, right?

Except it is.

For I am now a cat.
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