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CHAPTER EIGHT
Gillian dances from the woods trailed by a clowder of colorful cats. Hahahaha. She jabbers. Smart Gillian, clever Gillian. Gillian knew catnip would work! Enticing catnip, coaxing catnip. Come-out-now-catnip!
Dozens of cats come from the woods to roll in the green pentagram filled with catnip. More cats climb down from trees. The sister witches land.
Gillian points a bony finger at Kiss. My cat. Familiar always near. Felt it. Always, always. Gimme my cat. Kiss thinks Gillian is confused, that Gillian is trying to take Fugley. The cat can't be Gillian's. How can a cat be as old as Gillian? Gillian chortles. Witches and familiars. Same lifetime. She launches herself toward Kiss. My cat!
The cat catcher and the council emerge from the woods. The council wizard magically restrains Gillian before she can reach her cat. Gillian turns on the wizard and says he was a lowly cat catcher back then, and he's no better today.