1 Contemplations of a feline familiar
Well, that just about does it. I love her to death, but she is the most exasperating girl on the face of this earth! I know that I am working myself into a temper; Crookshanks and Rappahannock are about ready to hide under Hermione's bed. They know me. I don't fly into tempers like Kate does, not usually. But when a cat does not get to sleep on an actual bed for nearly a week, he is allowed to be a little miffed.
Not that I minded the chance to go out and hunt. Kate is the dearest person in the world, but she is about as considerate as any other human. She was the sweetest people-kitten, too. Pity she doesn't put her hair into those two braids anymore. I would forever be trying to decide whether playing with them offended my dignity.
At least it was the dog-man who brought her to her senses. If it had been the one who had had the nerve to kick me… Kick me! I would have left him in the forest and brought my Kate back myself. Well, I might have tried to get the Harry to come along. Now there's a sensible human, if there is such a thing.
What people-kittens he and Kate would have! But she doesn't think that way. Not enough exposure to other people. Ghosts don't count. Good thing I'm around, or she wouldn't have anyone who can talk sense into her. And she says so herself. I talk better sense without saying a word than most people. But then, people talk a great deal, and they mostly don't make sense. My Kate is almost a cat. Looks like one, thinks like one, moves like one. I don't know why they make such a big deal about her sire, anyway. Kate is Gwen's people-kitten, that's all anybody really needs to know. Gwen is the greatest sorceress since Morgana. And my Kate will be greater. My doing, that will be.
Purrrrr… so nice to have a cozy spot by the fire. That damned bird doesn't know what it's missing. Out flying during the day when one ought to be napping. But then, birds have less sense than people. Haven't you ever heard the term bird-brained? I wish Kate would let me grow a bit; I want to play in the snow. Damned inconvenient, to be small all the time. Poor Crookshanks, he doesn't know what he's missing. But then, my buddy is just a normal cat. Rappahannock can grow, I've seen her. But then, we're both descended from Morgana's cat, Taliesin.
There's the dog-man out there, playing with the children. Harry Potter, the boy who keeps getting my Kate into trouble… no, that's not right; my Kate doesn't need any help getting into trouble. Well, he and she are teamed up, throwing snowballs at the Ron-boy and Hermione. Hermione has a good deal of sense about cats.
Ha! Kate's taken the high ground! Good girl, knows her tactics. Always take the high ground in a fight, and entrench. We should know. You can take the cats away from the battlefield, but you can't take it out of them. Such places we wandered, just me and my Kate. Sometimes with Traveller, sometimes without. She sings so sweetly. I've killed for my Kate, and I would die for her. Just as every familiar should. Besides, what else can a tiger-sized tabby cat do?
I hope that the dog-man is her sire; I don't like the other one. He smells of too many nasty things. At least the dog-man is nice. He may be a dog- man, but he smells of the right kind of magic….
Well, I am off to take a nice long nap in front of a nice, warm fire. It is too cold and too bright for a kitty to be up and about. Crookshanks, Rappahannock, you can come out now! I'm done with my foul temper for now.
Orion
Well, that just about does it. I love her to death, but she is the most exasperating girl on the face of this earth! I know that I am working myself into a temper; Crookshanks and Rappahannock are about ready to hide under Hermione's bed. They know me. I don't fly into tempers like Kate does, not usually. But when a cat does not get to sleep on an actual bed for nearly a week, he is allowed to be a little miffed.
Not that I minded the chance to go out and hunt. Kate is the dearest person in the world, but she is about as considerate as any other human. She was the sweetest people-kitten, too. Pity she doesn't put her hair into those two braids anymore. I would forever be trying to decide whether playing with them offended my dignity.
At least it was the dog-man who brought her to her senses. If it had been the one who had had the nerve to kick me… Kick me! I would have left him in the forest and brought my Kate back myself. Well, I might have tried to get the Harry to come along. Now there's a sensible human, if there is such a thing.
What people-kittens he and Kate would have! But she doesn't think that way. Not enough exposure to other people. Ghosts don't count. Good thing I'm around, or she wouldn't have anyone who can talk sense into her. And she says so herself. I talk better sense without saying a word than most people. But then, people talk a great deal, and they mostly don't make sense. My Kate is almost a cat. Looks like one, thinks like one, moves like one. I don't know why they make such a big deal about her sire, anyway. Kate is Gwen's people-kitten, that's all anybody really needs to know. Gwen is the greatest sorceress since Morgana. And my Kate will be greater. My doing, that will be.
Purrrrr… so nice to have a cozy spot by the fire. That damned bird doesn't know what it's missing. Out flying during the day when one ought to be napping. But then, birds have less sense than people. Haven't you ever heard the term bird-brained? I wish Kate would let me grow a bit; I want to play in the snow. Damned inconvenient, to be small all the time. Poor Crookshanks, he doesn't know what he's missing. But then, my buddy is just a normal cat. Rappahannock can grow, I've seen her. But then, we're both descended from Morgana's cat, Taliesin.
There's the dog-man out there, playing with the children. Harry Potter, the boy who keeps getting my Kate into trouble… no, that's not right; my Kate doesn't need any help getting into trouble. Well, he and she are teamed up, throwing snowballs at the Ron-boy and Hermione. Hermione has a good deal of sense about cats.
Ha! Kate's taken the high ground! Good girl, knows her tactics. Always take the high ground in a fight, and entrench. We should know. You can take the cats away from the battlefield, but you can't take it out of them. Such places we wandered, just me and my Kate. Sometimes with Traveller, sometimes without. She sings so sweetly. I've killed for my Kate, and I would die for her. Just as every familiar should. Besides, what else can a tiger-sized tabby cat do?
I hope that the dog-man is her sire; I don't like the other one. He smells of too many nasty things. At least the dog-man is nice. He may be a dog- man, but he smells of the right kind of magic….
Well, I am off to take a nice long nap in front of a nice, warm fire. It is too cold and too bright for a kitty to be up and about. Crookshanks, Rappahannock, you can come out now! I'm done with my foul temper for now.
Orion