“Now if you'll excuse
me,” Oak said to us both, “I really should communicate these
latest developments to the Forest at large.”
“But the cats,”
Edward said, “You say they've chosen a side?”
“I did indeed,” Oak
replied irritably.
“Well?” my husband
demanded, “Which side have they chosen?”
Oak paused for a
moment, a frown danced across his forehead. “Yours,” he said
finally, “The cats, well, these two at least, have taken your
side.”
“We like your...”
the dark haired cat-woman said.
Her brown haired
companion added “...house, and the food...”
“...is exceptional.”
they purred together.
Meanwhile Oak had
thrown back his head, as if to shout at the ceiling, but no words
came out. Instead there was the sound of strong winds, gusting
somewhere remote and bleak. This caused both cats to scurry under
the table, hunched up and tense.
After a few moments he
stopped. “What now?” I asked.
“Now I await their
reply.”
