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“You’re a talking cat?�� Endora asked with a look of disbelief on her face.
“My, my, my, aren’t you the bright bulb of the bunch,�� he replied with a bit of snarky smugness. “Tell me then, bright-bulb, do you suppose that I need your permission to talk just because I’m a cat?�� He raised his paw to his face, admiring his newly gnawed manicure. After he observed the last nail, he slapped his paw down on the floorboards, making a low thud sound. “Because I don’t,�� he smirked.
Endora was taken by surprise at his rudeness. She stared back at him, speechless and not quite sure how to respond.
“Are you a magic cat?�� Mila busted in with a question that seemed as silly to her as to the cat.
He glared and narrowed his eyes at her. “A magic cat,�� he said, standing up to arch his furry back. “Is my talking some sort of magic to you? If it is�� then I am.�� He stretched his back higher and let out a long purr that turned into, “Purrhaps, you four little witchy girls should clearly refine your meaning of magic so you know what it means before you say the word magic.��
“I rather am quite fond of talking cats,�� Selena said with a big smile. “Of course, you’re the first one I’ve ever seen.��
The cat narrowed its eyes tighter. “Indeed,�� he said, letting out a yawn as if the whole conversation were a bore. He leapt off the porch and dash away, mumbling and grumbling his way down the corridor.
Selena looked over at Endora. “Rude little snot, isn’t he?�� she said.”