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I didn’t tell Winnie that I thought her girlfriend was controlling and a mean witch. I didn’t tell her that Mary’s behavior frightened me because it reminded me of my past.
Winnie gave me an apologetic smile. “She is. I’d better go.” She picked up her bag. “Are you going to be okay today?”
I’ll be fine. I’ll probably go next door and bother Charlie.
“Again? Can’t you just watch Netflix like a normal familiar?”
He’s more entertaining than anything on Netflix.The smirk in my voice couldn’t be shown on feline features as I thought about what I had planned for him.
“I’m sure. A man sat in his boxers on a computer, hacking. Sounds thrilling,” she said sarcastically. “Your crush on him is cute, Clawds, but you need to be careful. You know how mopey you were when he was with Lydia.”
If I had lips, I would have pouted.I was not mopey.
But Lydia did distract Charlie from me. So I couldn’t spend as much time as I would have liked with him. Which … displeased me.
And Lydia didn’t like me, although she respected me as Winnie’s familiar. She would talk to Winnie about the intimate side of their relationship, which I thought was very distasteful and not at all interesting.
But I didn’t mope.
“You did so mope,” Winnie said. “Just promise to behave yourself. You’re like a little boy pulling pigtails to get attention.”
If you keep saying untrue things, I will simply stop listening.
She ignored my snooty comment and continued. “I’m not saying don’t see him. Just see him less. He’s human, and liking him will only end badly for you.”
It’s not like that. I just … like him. His company. I want to have one friend outside of you. Please?
“Winnie!” Mary screamed from downstairs.
We both jumped, having forgotten her in our conversation.
“Shit,” Winnie cursed, then threw her bag and coat over her arm and snatched the jar from her desk as she ran out of the room. “Coming!”
I followed less urgently and sat on the bottom step as they rushed out of the house, collecting things, shutting windows, and locking the back door.
In the background, the TV murmured. A news presenter informed the public that disappearances were on the rise.
“Terrible,” Winnie acknowledged.
Mary wasn’t interested in the news. She wittered on at Winnie about how orange wasn’t an appropriate choice for the meeting.
I didn’t understand their relationship, but Winnie said she loved Mary, so I didn’t voice my opinion of Mary’s cruel tendencies.
When the door slammed behind them with a loud bang, I was glad for the peace.
And also very curious about their meeting.
I thought Winnie enjoyed her work as a retail administrator, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe she didn’t share all her desires with me. After all, what could I do about them? I was simply a cat-shaped power bank.
Our conversation about Charlie had soured my mood, but I knew she spoke from a place of love.
The wonderful thing about being a cat was that I could shake emotions from my fur like rainfall. Angry? Not for long. Sad? No. Scared? Never.
I was a mini lion. Prey feared me. I was fierce and beautiful.
Hear me roar.
Vanity, courage, and curiosity seemed to be feline traits I inherited when I became a familiar. I just hoped the sayings about curiosity weren’t true.
