Double Whammy

Don't own.

With this kind of back-up with questions, Misto couldn't afford to answer one at a time for a while…

Misty:

Its IMSM: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! If YOU don't answer questions, I get the rap for it!

He sighed before shooting off a quick reply

Hey, Loony!

I've been stuck in a cat carrier for the past few months. Forgive me for not magiking the computer to the shelter and risking our entire existence.

I'm working on catching up, ok?

Misto. With an –o.

P.S. I'm a guy. Stop calling me Misty.

Two of the emails in his inbox had been starred—related topic questions, which could probably be answered with one email.

Dear Misty,

So, how does it make you feel about how when it's said that you "produced" kittens out of a hat, people sometimes mistake you a female cat? Because a lot of people do. And my little brother just mistook you for Misty from "Pokemon!".

Just wondering. (And you don't need to mistake me for a fangirl of yours. I have healthier things to obsess over, such as fictional murderers, thieves, and psychos.)

A Very Crazy Owl

Dear Auntie Misty

Did you ACTUALLY pull seven kittens out of a hat? Considering the source, I'm not sure, so I wanted to hear it from the original conjuring cat himself.

Quill.

Dear Quill and a Very Crazy Owl,

Owl: I think I might be the healthier thing out of your list to obsess over, but each to his or her own. Perhaps its best if you never, ever meet those murderers, thieves, or psychos.

To both of your questions: Yes, I did pull seven kittens from a hat (it's a long story) and it annoys the Fell out of me when someone thinks I'm a queen for it! I'M NOT A HUMAN GIRL FROM POKEMON!

With slight frustration

Misto With an o not a y.

P.S. please stop calling me Misty. It's annoying.

"Electra?" No answer.

"Jemima?" Nothing.

"Etcy?" Not the slightest shriek that normally accompanied the older toms acknowledging her existance…that's what really got Munkus worried. I nibbled at my lip as I watched the Protector search fruitlessly for the seven youngest kits. Electra, Etcetera, Jemima, Tumblebrutus, Pouncival, Victoria, and my little brother, Quaxo, were missing.

"Where could they be?"

"Don't ask me, Munkus, I don't know! But—"I shut my mouth quickly…I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up over something that might not pan out. I was just a kit myself, still. I didn't know if my powers would be able to sustain a mass transportation.

"But what, Misto?"

I sighed. "But Quaxo is my brother. If they're together, I should be able to get a fix on their location and teleport them all back here. Thing is, I don't know if I'm powerful enough to get all seven of them here in one piece…and even if I was, if Quaxo wandered off on his own, it'll be useless."

"Try it anyway…Jelly's getting scary."

Right… the mothers. "I'll need a hat, and a quiet place to concentrate."

"A hat?"

"Don't question it, just do it!"

"Fine. I hope you know what you're doing."

"I do."

I won't bore you with the details of the spell…but when I did it, something strange happened. Seven kittens were produced—but not our kittens. Random newborns, all of them runts, liable to have been abandoned. And they all immediately latched on me as their 'momma.'

Our seven came back ten minutes later with an extremely clever Mother's Day card.

Tugger never let me live it down.