I’m afraid he’s gonna make 2 turns and be a person, animal or mythical creature.
Well, maybe not ‘afraid’ more 'concerned ’
Sometimes you get bad results from this kinda magic.
I need a way to harness this.
He nearly speaks to me in his cattish tone. Little mews. Big giant Meows. Chuffs.
(My stupid anthropomorphisization of a cat? Or interspecies magical speaking behavior? Hmmmm?)
He dotes on Miss Haricot. And, one old tennis shoe. Don’t witches keep items like these? (Nasty? Or all-seeing magical abilities, yet untapped? Hmmm?)
And all witches have a black cat. Miss Hari is black w/ green eyes.
He spends lots of time in the garage in his bucket loft with his stuff he gathers tucked in. Miss Hari moves to another bucket to sleep in comfort and he either joins her or comes in the cat flap. And then to my bed. He has his own cat cocoon on the headboard. More often than not he sneaks on the bed during the night. He does it so softly and quietly that I, or the Siamese never know. (Stealthy? Magically transporting? Hmmmm?)
He carefully uses his left paw (yep, lefty) to sort through his food bowl and makes a little lump of edible items to eat. (Picky eater? Or sorting out poisonous material some enemy may have placed in his bowl? Premonition can be a magical thing. Hmmmm?)
And then there’s the disappearing.
More on that later.
I’m totally aware this is crazy talk. But I see it everyday.
That pitiful little sick cat I found, could have only lived by some kinda divine magic. He as was near to death as I’ve ever witnessed.
But, he lives.
He’s funny.
He’s clever.
He’s a wild man most days.
And, he’s magical.
I believe.
