Rex flicked her tail back and forth, watching the pixies flit above her. She liked the pixy children, she really did, but there were times when they tormented her to the point of no return. At the moment they were pelting each other with little plastic balls filled with water. Every now and then a stray ball would fling her way, and Rex would have to jump to avoid them.

They were having fun but she wasn't.

She'd leave, but the colourful dust that fell from them entranced her. She would often just sit and watch the pixies just to see how their dust would disperse into the air around them. With her keen cat sight, she could watch a single speck of pixy dust for hours. And sometimes she did.

At the moment though, if Rex could get her paws on the little hellions, she would. Unfortunately for her, they were too high up in the air for her to reach. She didn't bother to try jumping. She had tried in the past and new her own capabilities. It would be futile, and if she drew their attention they'd focus their shots at her instead of themselves.

She'd learned the hard way.

She heard the witch enter the church, and she stopped watching the pixies long enough to watch the redhead walk toward her. She thought about giving the witch some warning, but changed her mind. She watched with some satisfaction as the pixies pelted the woman with splat balls.

Rex watched, completely entertained as the woman dropped her bag and tried to fend off her attackers. When the pixies had run out of splat balls, and the woman was sufficiently drenched, the children swarmed her, talking a mile a minute.

Rex decided to leave now that the show was over. She turned toward the kitchen and hightailed it out of the sanctuary before the pixies remembered she was there. She left the church and headed across the garden, intent on the graveyard. The graveyard was a perfect hunting spot for her, and she spent a lot of her time catching mice to supplement the dry diet of cat food.

The cat sat down at the foot of the angel statue and stared out into the overgrown cemetery. All she had to do was wait patiently and eventually, the mice would come.

Sometimes, Rex thought, life as a cat was great.