My eyebrows attempt to skyrocket at the faint praise, but I keep my face caterpillars in check.I don’t want Prudence to know I’m affected by her being nice to me.She’d probably choose violence more often than kindness.
Can’t say I blame her for that, though.Maybe we should all err on the side of violence.
I clear my throat.
“I, uh, remembered something important.”I sit up gingerly, and she slides onto my crossed legs, still purring.Her cheek rubs against my knee and I squint at her, hoping she doesn’t bite me again.
Cats.
Huh.“What was I saying?”The thought is right there, on the tip of my tongue, but every time I try to put it into words… it escapes.
“You said you remembered something.”
My lips twist to the side.“I can’t…”
“Shit.You’re spelled.”
“Is that a grammar joke?”I ask, nonplussed.Damn it, why can’t I focus?Like, I know there’s something I needed to say.
What was it?
“No, you are under a spell.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
She bites my knee and I push her out of my lap (gently, okay?Geez, I’m not a total asshole).
“What were we talking about?”
“The spell you’re under.Good thing I am pretty sure it’s about the book you found yesterday.”
“I’m not under a spell.”Book I found yesterday?There are a lot of books in my life.In fact, I spent a nice chunk of time ordering stock while shoveling salad into my gob at lunch.
“Yep.Come here.”
“I need to get ready for dinner.I mean, I doubt I’ll ever be able to get the smell of that lemon oil out of my skin, but I can at least make sure I’m not covered in grime.”
Really, it’s incredible how quickly I’m recovering from poltergeist assault.
That’s me, the indomitable ghost-whispering witch.
“Nope.Follow me or I will bite the shit out of you.”She hisses, the fur along her spine standing on end.
“Oh, that’s nice,” I tell her, frowning, but I get up anyway.
I don’t need her nasty cat mouth infecting me.I’ve been on the internet; I’ve seen what can happen with cat bites.
Plus, I’ve seen her lick her butthole.
I don’t want none of that.
The little cat scampers to the kitchen, and I hold in a laugh as she swats at a dust mote, then grumbles and leaps onto the counter.
Next to a huge, leatherbound book.
The same one that I found yesterday and nearly completely forgot about.
“Huh,” I say, at a loss.A loss of words and brain cells, apparently.
