It's the start of November.  A hard, cold month.  One of those months that are meant to be spent curled up by the fire place, asleep.  But you know what?  I can't.  I'm a cat on a mission, a mission to remove a certain rat from the school.  Na ja, that will be fun though...  There is too the problem that Run flips every time I go near him, his dorm or the rat.  (can't understand why)  Like the incident a few days ago, I was getting a little exercise chasing that bloody rat and before I knew it, I had all of the house on my tail!!! (not literally, thankfully)

Furry comes in from Kid~Witch practice, looking rather wet.  First game on Saturday, I'll remember that.  I can go look for the rat then.  I look out the window.  It's stopped raining, I think I'll go out.  I haven't been out in days!

    I wander out, meet Dog, and this time show no hostilities (wow, 'mazing).

    Hello I greet him as he approaches.

    'Evening Cat.  He calls me Cat, I'd say I prefer that to Crookshanks, but na ja... Any luck killing Wormtail?

    I know immediately that he is talking about the rat, I answer truthfully No.  Run gets rather angry when I try.  I have to wait until he is out of the tower.

    He has classes everyday

    I stair at him.  I'm a cat, do you expect me to do work in the day?!  I ask rather insulted

    Well, when?

     I think for a second, the reply There is a Kid~Witch match on Saturday, Furry's sneaker, so, Run and Purr~my~knee will be out...

    Harry plays Quidditch?  Dog suddenly looses interested in the rat.

    Yeah....

    This is strange, Dog was so intent on getting the rat killed, and now he suddenly changes topic.  Hmmm..... So on Saturday, Harry, playing seeker for Gryffindor.  They have a Quidditch match?

    Yeah I answer, slightly unsure about this

    James use to play that position when we'd scrimmage. He was a much better chaser ,though.  I watch him, James was his best friend, Furry's father, that explains a good lot. I should go see if Harry is as good as Prongs was.  The dog walks off.  I feel a tad insulted, but nothing much, I'm a cat, I get over it fast.

    I head up to the tower and am asleep on Purr~my~knees bed before she wakes.

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    The week worked by rather slowly.  I sat waiting for Saturday locked up inside, for the weather was dead miserable and no self respecting cat would go out in weather like that. Saturday is here, and the weather still has yet to improve.  Thank Basset that I am to stay in and make minced rat today.  Furry is out.  Run is leaving his dorm, I sneak in.  The rat is once more on Run's bed.  I'll wait to the other two are out to attack.  The rat sees me, and sneaks into Run's trunk.  I'll just wait patiently until he comes out.  The last two people in the dorm leave.  I go by the trunk and wait patiently for him to come out.  He knows I'm here, but it is only a matter of time until he comes out...Then my job will be done.  So I sit here for what seems to be an entirety, my tail moving back and forth, waiting for this rat to come out, playing this game of cat and mouse (well, rat...)

    Two boys enter the room.  They are talking, I pretend not to notice them.

    "...The dementors."

    "Yeah, I've never seen Dumbledore so angry."

    "Do you think Harry is okay?"

    "Let's hope so."  One turns toward me, notices me for the first time "Crookshanks, OUT!  Stop terrorizing Scabbers!"  He picks me up and throws me out, not without getting a few scratches across his face.