The first chakat

	Bob ( not charles) sighs as he leaves home from work at Engen Group Inc. He places the bottles of testing chemicals and then tray they are on in the backseat of his car. He sighs as the driver door of the '87 Ford LTD creaks when he opens it. He fumbles ti the keys as the thoughts of what his supervisor said float around in his mind with that southern accent. "Bob do this. Bob do that.  Take these to the lab. Eat a doughnut. Get some coffee. Lunch is cancelled. Go home. Take this with you. Find which turns purple." He bang his fist on the steering wheel before starting the car which seems to be the only thing run smooth.
	He floors the gas and races away from the building and down the street. He comes to a screeching halt at a redlight and then takes off again when it's green. He mumbles and keeps driving as he turns and heads down Artichoke Rd.  He stays quiet as he drives quickly, exiting the city. He sighs in relief as on the skyline of the city is behind him. He drives and then turns left after about 13 minutes of driving. He heads down a dirt road, slowly, bouncing up and down. 
	He turns and slides into his driveway heading towards the large neutral colored house. He grins as the smell of pie fills his nose. He bounces along and parks the car. He grabs the tray from the back seat and then gets out the car. He kicks the door close and walks do the rear of the house. A neighbor waves to him as he tries to waves back before stepping up on the porch and into the house. 
	Joan (not Katherine) is cooking in the kitchen as Bob walks in. He walks over to her and kisses her on the cheek before heading over the basement door. Joan helps him at this point, opening the door for him. He smiles and then winks at her. 
	"Company gotcha working hard again?" Joan asked as Bob heads down the stairs. 
	"They are certainly trying." He replied hearing the meowing of his cat ZigZag. 
	He walks over to table where Zigzag rush over to bumps his leg. Bob gasps a bit from the sudden cat on contact and drops the tray. He bounces of the corner of the table and falls to the floor. The glass bottles burst on the ground spilling the chemicals over the contrete floor of the basement. 
	"YOU CRAZY CAT! NOW LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!?" Bob exclaimed as the cat tries to run but slips and slides in the chemicals. 
	Joan sighs. "I'll git the mop."
	Bob sighs and then points at the tiger striped cat. "YOU just cost me job. Mr Anderson was counting on me to get this chemicals mixed and you just had to bump my leg." Zigzag goes into a dark portion of the basement to hide.
	Joan comes downs with a mop and bucket and gloves. "Dontcha worry dear, I make enough money to support us. Still." She starts to mop up the chemicals. 
	"I know but this could have been the big break we have been looking for and YOUR cat just ruined it." He said picking up the glass pieces. "You just love your animals."
	"Yes I do." Joan said as he squeeze the mop out to start again. 
	1 hours passes and they finish cleaning the basement. The go up stair but leave the door open incase ZigZag wants to eat. They starts to argue over why the cat was in the basement which soon turns to the laughter. ZigZag, still soaking wet stares up to the door and waits for complete silence before heading up to eat.

	 Midnight: *insert epic transformation*

	Morning.
	
	Bob comes down stairs with his resignation notice ready to take it to his boss. He walks into the kitchen and finds the now "chakat" ZigZag standing over the sink trying to figure out what happened. Joan follows in and then faints. Bob looks at ZigZag and then jaw drops. "Oh my god, what happened?" 
	"What happened to my Zigzag?" Joan asked