Mean Little Kitty & Waiting Room at the Hero League

By Kater Cheek

Two humorous fantasy short stories involving cats.

What's a woman to do if her pet cat does something really, really bad...like kill someone he shouldn't? "Mean Little Kitty" involves a cat, a witch, and her teenage son.

Good superheroes need good sidekicks, but Brad aka "Clockstopper," finds that the competition can be fierce. "Waiting Room at the Hero League" involves a wizard, cats, deadly flying saucers, and ducks.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kater Cheek
• Release date: Jun 4, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458051875

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Mean Little Kittyand Waiting Room at the Hero League

By Kater Cheek

Copyright 2011

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Thank you for downloading these stories. I have two stories for you, both humorous fantasies dealing with the duplicity of cats. Please enjoy.

Mean Little Kitty

By Kater Cheek

It didn’t seem like a day where I’d be stuck naked on the roof before noon, but soothsaying wasn’t my forte. My forte was getting things done. You’d think that being in a family of four wizards (or two witches and two warlocks, if you’re old fashioned) would mean fewer chores around the house. But no, as in any family, the mom is the one who does all the work. I thought about waking Dien and telling him to help out, but changed my mind, remembering that he had said he would be up all night turning into an owl for his shapeshifting midterms.

Might as well let the boy sleep. Shapeshifting is tough work when you’re not used to it. When I first learned to turn into an animal, the fur had really flown.

Feathers were strewn all over the hallway outside his bedroom door, and they were the soft downy kind that got caught in the cracks of the wood no matter how many times you dragged a broom across it. He’s a good boy, and I’d think so even if he weren’t my son, but would it kill him to pick up his own mess?

After fifteen minutes of sweeping, and a few not-subtle suggestions to Maggie that she ought to get her lazy butt out of bed and start helping her mom with housework, I finally realized it would take a spell to get the feathers up, a spell involving my big earthenware pot. Can’t use cast iron with cleaning spells.

I was on my way out to the storage shed, where we keep the urns, the staves, the lawnmower, and those chairs that my husband swore he’d fix someday, when I noticed that the laundry needed doing, so I picked the basket up to carry outside. Spot the cat was sitting by the big window, staring out at a wounded dove under the birdfeeder. The birdfeeder was empty. I reminded myself to fill it, and used my legs to keep Spot from going outside.

Spot yowled in protest, but I don’t like it when he catches