Kit casually strolled into the kitchen and made her way over to the litter tray. She surveyed the kitchen to see if anyone was about (she is a very modest cat), and on seeing no one, squatted carefully over the cat litter.
Suddenly a hand reached out of the sandy filling of the tray and grabbed Kit's slowly swaying tail.
Kit yowled and shot into the air, the hand was dragged out after it, revealing a hairy arm... then a badly designed shit sleeve and then... Phoebe's head!
"I told you this wasn't over! I will get you this time, you miserable cat!" Screamed Phoebe as she coughed and spat cat litter out of her mouth.
A young girl popped up from behind the counter. "Did someone say 'miserable brat'?" She asked, in a mischevious voice.
Phoebe looked cofused and let go of Kit's tail for a second. "I don't think I did. What are you doing here?"
The girl giggled and picked up a whip. "I'm going to do some mischeif for fun." With that she scampered off to do some mischeif for fun.
Phoebe shrugged and looked at her sticky hands. Kit was gone! "Arrrrrgh! One day I'll get that cat... and that day will be a joyous day indeed!" She picked up a knife and held it in a heroic pose.
Piper chose that moment to walk into the kitchen. She saw Phoebe standing in the litter box holding a knife above her head and attempting to do a heroic look. It would have worked if it weren't for the cat litter stuck to the old chocolate mousse that still plastered her face.
"What are you... I. No. I give up." She sighed and walked out of the room with a defeated look.
"All the more booty... I mean, bounty for me." She put the knife into her belt and scampered after Kit.
Meanwhile in the attic, Kit was frantically flicking through the Book of Shadows. There was nothing she could use to fend off Phoebe... unless. Kit smiled and pulled a length of rope out of her... hair?
Phoebe sniffed the ground and tried to get Kit's trail. "Aha!" She put her nose to the ground and crawled along, making enthusiastic sniffing sounds.
Paige walked through a door and saw Phoebe sniffing her way towards her. With a shriek she slammed it shut and ran off.
Phoebe crawled into the door and banged her head on the hard wooden frame. She sat up and fell over backwards. She rolled into a small table and knocked the cordless phone off. It landed on her head and fell to the ground, somehow triggering auto-dial.
A voice spoke on the other end. "Hello, Prudential Insurance. How may we help you?"
Phoebe recoiled from the phone, her eyes wide with shock. With a trembling hand she reached over and pulled the phone up to her ear. "Prue? Is it really you?"
The voice on the other end sounded slightly puzzled. "Yes, this is the Pru. Are you interested in purchasing insurance?"
"Insurance? But you died... didn't you?" Phoebe was staring at the phone as if it were a ghost.
"Not that I know of, would you like to order a brochure?" The voice continued in an unsure manner.
"No, I want to catch the cat named Kit." Phoebe answered brightly. "I think I heard her upstairs, bye Prue." She turned the phone off and threw it on the floor.
Kit finished tying a knot just as Phoebe came clomping up the stairs. She ran over to the middle of the attic and sat down, calmly washing her ears.
Phoebe opened the attic door and saw Kit in the middle of the attic, calmly washing her ears. "Aha, my elusive foe. We meet at last."
Kit gave Phoebe a confused look and wondered if Phoebe remembered they'd seen each other a few minutes ago.
"And now you shall meet your fate... Phoebe style!" She walked forwards and pulled the knife out her belt, a bizarre expression on her face. It was a kind of mix between happy and psychotic... but the overall effect was disturbing.
Kit watched intently as Phoebe stepped on the carefully prepared trap. With a miaow of joy she watched as Phoebe triggered her trap.
Phoebe's foot touched a pink mat. The mat was pressure sensitive and almost immediately reacted.
An anvil fell from the roof and hit Phoebe on the head, with a loud "clang". She looked dazed for a second and then shrugged it off.
HOWever, the rope attatched to the anvil was tied to the Book of Shadows as well. When the anvil fell the book's rope was pulled taught and the Book of Shadows flew the air and hit Phoebe in the face. She was knocked backwards and out of the door.
Piper and Paige were putting on their coats in the hall when they saw, and heard, Phoebe tumbling down the attic stairs... the Book of Shadows stuck to the chocolate mousse on her face.
Paige opened her mouth to comment but Piper stopped her. "Don't ask, just go, come on." She turned to shut the door and shuddered.
Kit stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at Phoebe. Today had been a good day. With a satisfied purr she jumped down and padded softly into the kitchen to finish her previously disturbed 'business'.
a/n, Prudential insurance is an actual company in England, maybe everywhere else as well, so I just thought I'd point it out :).
a/n, Tune in next time to see if Phoebe will actually be able to outsmart Kit... Pfft, like thats ever gonna happen.
Suddenly a hand reached out of the sandy filling of the tray and grabbed Kit's slowly swaying tail.
Kit yowled and shot into the air, the hand was dragged out after it, revealing a hairy arm... then a badly designed shit sleeve and then... Phoebe's head!
"I told you this wasn't over! I will get you this time, you miserable cat!" Screamed Phoebe as she coughed and spat cat litter out of her mouth.
A young girl popped up from behind the counter. "Did someone say 'miserable brat'?" She asked, in a mischevious voice.
Phoebe looked cofused and let go of Kit's tail for a second. "I don't think I did. What are you doing here?"
The girl giggled and picked up a whip. "I'm going to do some mischeif for fun." With that she scampered off to do some mischeif for fun.
Phoebe shrugged and looked at her sticky hands. Kit was gone! "Arrrrrgh! One day I'll get that cat... and that day will be a joyous day indeed!" She picked up a knife and held it in a heroic pose.
Piper chose that moment to walk into the kitchen. She saw Phoebe standing in the litter box holding a knife above her head and attempting to do a heroic look. It would have worked if it weren't for the cat litter stuck to the old chocolate mousse that still plastered her face.
"What are you... I. No. I give up." She sighed and walked out of the room with a defeated look.
"All the more booty... I mean, bounty for me." She put the knife into her belt and scampered after Kit.
Meanwhile in the attic, Kit was frantically flicking through the Book of Shadows. There was nothing she could use to fend off Phoebe... unless. Kit smiled and pulled a length of rope out of her... hair?
Phoebe sniffed the ground and tried to get Kit's trail. "Aha!" She put her nose to the ground and crawled along, making enthusiastic sniffing sounds.
Paige walked through a door and saw Phoebe sniffing her way towards her. With a shriek she slammed it shut and ran off.
Phoebe crawled into the door and banged her head on the hard wooden frame. She sat up and fell over backwards. She rolled into a small table and knocked the cordless phone off. It landed on her head and fell to the ground, somehow triggering auto-dial.
A voice spoke on the other end. "Hello, Prudential Insurance. How may we help you?"
Phoebe recoiled from the phone, her eyes wide with shock. With a trembling hand she reached over and pulled the phone up to her ear. "Prue? Is it really you?"
The voice on the other end sounded slightly puzzled. "Yes, this is the Pru. Are you interested in purchasing insurance?"
"Insurance? But you died... didn't you?" Phoebe was staring at the phone as if it were a ghost.
"Not that I know of, would you like to order a brochure?" The voice continued in an unsure manner.
"No, I want to catch the cat named Kit." Phoebe answered brightly. "I think I heard her upstairs, bye Prue." She turned the phone off and threw it on the floor.
Kit finished tying a knot just as Phoebe came clomping up the stairs. She ran over to the middle of the attic and sat down, calmly washing her ears.
Phoebe opened the attic door and saw Kit in the middle of the attic, calmly washing her ears. "Aha, my elusive foe. We meet at last."
Kit gave Phoebe a confused look and wondered if Phoebe remembered they'd seen each other a few minutes ago.
"And now you shall meet your fate... Phoebe style!" She walked forwards and pulled the knife out her belt, a bizarre expression on her face. It was a kind of mix between happy and psychotic... but the overall effect was disturbing.
Kit watched intently as Phoebe stepped on the carefully prepared trap. With a miaow of joy she watched as Phoebe triggered her trap.
Phoebe's foot touched a pink mat. The mat was pressure sensitive and almost immediately reacted.
An anvil fell from the roof and hit Phoebe on the head, with a loud "clang". She looked dazed for a second and then shrugged it off.
HOWever, the rope attatched to the anvil was tied to the Book of Shadows as well. When the anvil fell the book's rope was pulled taught and the Book of Shadows flew the air and hit Phoebe in the face. She was knocked backwards and out of the door.
Piper and Paige were putting on their coats in the hall when they saw, and heard, Phoebe tumbling down the attic stairs... the Book of Shadows stuck to the chocolate mousse on her face.
Paige opened her mouth to comment but Piper stopped her. "Don't ask, just go, come on." She turned to shut the door and shuddered.
Kit stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at Phoebe. Today had been a good day. With a satisfied purr she jumped down and padded softly into the kitchen to finish her previously disturbed 'business'.
a/n, Prudential insurance is an actual company in England, maybe everywhere else as well, so I just thought I'd point it out :).
a/n, Tune in next time to see if Phoebe will actually be able to outsmart Kit... Pfft, like thats ever gonna happen.