That Furry Little Witch

That little furry witch, Shannon thinks as she finds her black cat, Tilly, by the window, trying to get outside. “Nuh-uh, I don’t think so!,” she says as she pulls the cat away from the windowsill by the scruff of her neck, sets her on the floor and shuts the window. “I know you want to, but that is NOT happening right now,” she tells the cat.

Dammit, I’m hungry, Tilly thinks to herself. How am I supposed to get some real food. "Mwor!!!"

“Nope.”

Fuck it all to hell. Fine. Go and pretend to go to bed, night owl.

….

A few hours later, said night owl retreats upstairs.

Now’s my time!, thinks Tilly. And she runs to a hole in the wall that only a mouse can get through. She looks around and, seeing that it’s clear, she suddenly transforms into a mouse, as if this is something she does every single day. She then sneaks outside through the hole and quickly transforms back into a cat again. “Oh my gawd, how disgusting… to have to become what I eat,” she mutters under her breath. “Why can’t she let me outside when I want outside! Geez”

Tilly then runs across the yard and into the bushes, where she hides. After a few minutes, she spies her prey near the barn. She sneaks along the side of the bushes leading up to the barn. So far, so good - undetected. Yes!, she thinks, real food! She prances on the mouse, catches it easily, and begins strangling its neck with her powerful jaw. In a minute, the mouse has stopped struggling and lies motionless in Tilly’s paws. “Good as dead,” she says. And she devours the mouse. Spying another, deeper in the barn, she runs after that one, too. But it is too fast, and Tilly is too sloppy, after having just ate, and the mouse runs away. “That is fine,” Tilly hisses. Then says, “it’s time for work, anyway.”

And then, before one could bat an eye, Tilly has become human. She pats down her long black dress and brushes her hands through her long black hair before braiding it in the back. After attending to herself and making right with her appearance, she heads to a cupboard in the barn. Here, she pulls out a cauldron and a sack. After setting it down in the middle of the barn, she claps her hands together and says, “all right! Now, where is sister?”

A loud noise then comes from the house. Jesus, not again, thinks Tilly. She stands in place with her arms crossed, waiting. “I’m not going in there. I hope they don’t think I’m going in there. I already caught my mouse tonight. Hurry up, sister. The pond is hungry, too,” she says, laughing at her last comment. “Tilly, where are you! We need your help! Catch this mouse!,” Tilly can hear Shannon scream. “No, thank you, had dinner,” Tilly says quietly to herself as she checks the paint on her nails and continues to wait. Another few minutes go by, and a window opens, letting out a barn owl. The barn owl drops a mouse into the pond and flies down into the barn. As she swoops down low, she transforms quickly into a human. It’s Shannon. Shannon proceeds to yell at Tilly, arms flailing everywhere, “Why the hell couldn’t you help up there?! You know Bruce doesn’t like mice! Jesus. It’s your JOB to catch the buggers! Why do I always end up doing it?!”

“Because I already had my dinner,” retorts Tilly. “Anyway, are you ready to start?,” she asks Shannon.

“Yeah, fine. Let’s get on with it.”