I was reading a book about the ancient art of shapeshifting when a stray cat came into my garden with a dead moth in its jaws.

By definition, shapeshifter refers to a person or being with the ability to change their physical form at will. This idea of a shapeshifter is prevalent in many of the ancient cultures around the world.

I wondered if the cat had killed the moth. I didn’t want to let its life be in vain. So I decided to make a pact with the cat. I offered it the tuna bun I was eating in exchange for the dead moth.

The cat looked at me in the eyes. I wondered if we had met before. The exchange was quick but deliberate. I felt a sense of déjà vu. The cat left behind something more than just a moth. I wondered if the cat had caught a shapeshifter.

I read in the news that there was an abundance of moths, which might interfere with out daily lives, much like the politicians in the country. I wondered if they are all shapeshifters. I brushed aside that thought and carried on with my reading as peacefully as possible. I wondered if I could shapeshift.

It was déjà vu, all over again.