Disclaimer: I do not own Sabrina the Teenage Witch.
It was a perfectly normal morning in West Bridge, Massachusetts. 24 year old Sabrina Spellman was doing her average routine; get up, eat breakfast, read a good book and do some work around her new household. Seems perfectly normal, right? Wrong. You see, Sabrina Spellman is not a normal woman at all…. She's a witch.
It all started on Sabrina when she was a teenager. She had been taken to live with her old eccentric aunts and she eventually discovered something extraordinary that would change her life forever; she had magical powers. Then, she had to learn about how to use her magic, what she could use it for and what she couldn't use it for, the Witches Council and the fact that her mother was a mortal and her father was a warlock. If that wasn't strange enough, she discovered that the black American shorthair cat her aunt Zelda and Aunt Hilda had was a warlock named Salem Saberhagen that had attempted to take over the world and was now facing punishment for the deed by the Witches Council by being turned into a house cat for one hundred years with no magic powers, except for the ability to talk.
Sabrina and her childhood sweetheart Harvey were living together… as friends, but she could tell that there was something there stronger than friendship and something more was going to happen, she could feel it, with or without magic. Also, Salem had moved in with them because it turned out Harvey won some money at a bingo and now he could afford the more expensive cat foods.
And as usual, Salem wanted the most expensive food on the menu; Lizard Flakes.
"You know, I'm really happy Harvey and I are living together. Aaron wasn't my type at all" Sabrina said cheerfully, grabbing a bagel from the side of the kitchen table.
"Speaking of types, there's a certain type of food I'd like you to buy" Salem said, with a mischievous twinkle in his gold-green eyes. "No, Salem. I've told you a thousand times; I can't afford Lizard Flakes. I'm not spending 50 dollars a box for a pile of beef squares" she said, in a firm but gentle tone. "It's not 50 dollars… it's 60" he shot back, before realizing he made a mistake and breaking into his famous pitiful little sobbing.
All of a sudden, Sabrina heard a noise. It sounded like something was scratching at her door, like claws. She rushed to the door and opened it, revealing a tiny white kitten. The kitten had blue eyes and was barely starting to sprout whiskers, it looked only about eight weeks old and it meowed pitifully. "Awe, look at the little kitten. We have to take it in the house and give it some milk" Sabrina said, heading towards the kitchen for the milk carton. "Wait! We can't have another cat in this house! He could have germs or be a thief!" Salem commanded, springing into Sabrina's path.
"You're being paranoid, Salem. It's just a harmless little kitty cat, we can trust it. And if it has germs, I know a excellent vet" Sabrina said.
She picked up the little kitten and poured some milk into Salem's bowl... The cat began to drink up the milk greedily and splashed some drops of the liquid on the floor in appreciation. Salem eyed the cat strangely, and leaned in closer… and he thought he saw the innocent little kitten wink.
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