A Little Bit Witchy by A.A. Albright

Author:A.A. Albright [Albright, A.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-21T05:00:00+00:00

14. Fish Fingers

Fuzz had disappeared halfway through the day, but as I was walking out of the office he met me by the door and leapt into my arms. ‘I was going to go straight home,’ I said to him. ‘But it’s just occurred to me that you’ve had quite a busy day – which means you’re probably hungry?’

I felt him purr against my chest.

‘Okay, so.’ I patted his head. ‘We’ll take a little trip to the shop before we go home. See if there’s anything there that takes your fancy. I could do with a bar of chocolate myself. A big one. Actually, a huge one.’

The shop was busy, as always. Now that I knew a little more about the supernatural world, the wide variety of vegan food for sale suddenly made sense. Almost all weredogs, apparently, were vegan. Greg told me it was because they ate out of bins for three nights every month, and preferred to be healthy the rest of the time. I was a little bit afraid to ask Edward, the Daily Riddler’s only weredog employee, if that was true. Either way, I’d definitely seen Edward drink a lot of chocolate soymilk.

I put Fuzz under one arm and picked up a basket with the other. ‘Now, I know I can’t understand you,’ I said in a low voice as we headed for the tinned fish. ‘But if you could just let me know what you like to eat, it’d be great. Do you like tinned salmon?’

Fuzz shook his head.

‘Tuna?’

He nodded enthusiastically, and I picked up a few tins, then grabbed some chocolate bars from another aisle before heading to the cash register.

Norman’s mother, Norma, was there. She had a red glove on one hand, and was knitting another. ‘What a lovely little cat,’ she said.

Fuzz purred.

‘I have six little girls myself. There’s Princess Preciousbottom, Queen Swishytail, Lady Lightpaws, the Duchess of Riddler’s Edge, the Dowager Queen, and the Lady in Waiting. What’s this little fella called?’

‘Fuzz.’ Sure, it seemed less fancy than the names of Norma’s cats, but at least it was his choice. But what did I know? Maybe Norma’s cats liked their names.

Norma looked the cat in the eyes as she scanned my purchases. ‘Well, Fuzz, the door to my little ladies’ cat flap is closed to any cat who doesn’t have a special collar. So if you want to court them, it has to be under my supervision.’

Judging by the way his purrs increased, I had the sense he would be taking that as a challenge.

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