Kitty's Witch

Chapter 1

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Serena.

Fucking cat.

Why he couldn't just do what every other familiar did was beyond me. Not my cat. Nooo. Stupid thing had obviously been put in my path to royally fuck with my life. Five years I'd had him, and for five years he'd taken it upon himself to push me to the very end of the last remaining tether to my sanity. It started simply; a few shoes slightly moist, damp in the toe area as if he'd spent a few hours drooling into my favourite heels. Suspicious marks in the pretty straps that seemed to magically resemble itty, bitty, kitty teeth.

That was an understatement - he'd always had oddly large teeth for a house cat.

He'd quickly moved onto bigger and better things. Tearing neat little slices in my skirts - as if he'd dug his claws in and rappled down the length like it was a curtain. Snags in my sheer blouses that turned them from classy to trashy, and paw shaped prints on my cream leather trousers that looked as if he'd run through tar before wiping it off in permanent stains.

That was okay though. I could have coped with all that. But now he'd upped his game to gold medal level and at this very moment, it was a case of deciding which river to drown him in.

Not that I could actually do that. My mother would cast me in the same damn river.

Can't hurt our familiars, Serena. They're connected to our very souls.

Pfft. It that were true, he wouldn't be such a Goddess-damned devil cat.

"Serena!" The slightly squealy voice belonging to a bottle blonde came barging in the front door.

"In here, Hayley," I sighed, staring at the cat that lay in the sunlight beaming through the living room window. Licking his paws every so often as if reiterating what a fabulous job he'd done.

Asshole.

Hayley caught where my attention was as soon as she bounced into the room, sparkles and glitter pre-empting her arrival in a flourish of pixie dust. She giggled, musical and lilting that lightened my irritation without my consent and allowed the scowl to momentarily drop from my face. "What's he done now?"

I huffed and found my irritation again. "He tore through my underwear drawer. I came home to my panties scattered throughout the house and every single one had the crotch torn out!" I sent him evil eyes, hoping he understood that the only thing that was currently preventing my vengeance was the added threat of my mother finding out I had burned the fur from his hide. "Charles was with me."

Hayley sucked in breath, screwing her nose up in distaste. "And what did he have to say?"

She didn't like Charles, thought he was too uppity for me and had no sense of humour. She wasn't wrong, but he was the only man that had so far put up with my fleeting interest and the constant random appearances of my mother - no small feat for any man.

I sighed again and slouched on the sofa. "Not much. I chased the cat down here and he saw Charles waiting, pranced right up to him and sprayed all over his leg."

I cringed at Hayley's snorting giggle. "Oh, that's unfortunate."

"Unfortunate? I couldn't even apologise I was so mortified. Charles left after that." I allowed my scowl to take over my face again, watching as the cat stretched his hind leg into the air and proceeded to lick himself with glee. "I think he was put on Earth to destroy me," I said, a morose tone making my shoulders slump in depression.