“Not again,” said Raven.
“Hungry” the cats repeated.
“Never you worry, Raven,” said my wife, “I'll take care of this. There's a tin of tuna in the cupboard.” She headed off to the kitchen, the ladies following with a sing-song purr.
“Why do they keep showing up?” asked Robert.
“They're cats,” answered Raven, “Might as well ask 'why is the wind?'”
“But those two do keep showing up. That must be relevant.”
“They're drawn here by the energy of something unknown. Cats love a mystery.”
As he spoke, the house shuddered.
