Youre a talking cat? Endora asked with a look of disbelief on her face.My, my, my, arent 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 Im 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 dont, 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, youre the first one Ive 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, isnt he? she said.
