Bewitched Chapter two She stood for a moment. Admiring the front of her new house. 'Hmm,' she thought, crossing her arms. "Its perfect. Tabs?" She glanced around "where has that cat got to now??" After a while of 'arranging' everything, (in Stephanie's case flicking her wrist at every thing in her path and watching them fall into place) was finally finished and was happy with her work of heavy lifting and carrying all afternoon. Soon after Tabby pounced through the window in the kitchen and landed on the arm of the chair Stephanie was sat on. Tabby was a black cat. And very intelligent. She sat staring out the window, probably wishing she never came back in as her petite little face was showing no signs of amusement or any face to show that she was satisfied with what Stephanie had spent her afternoon doing. Tabby must of got bored, and as Stephanie suspected, got up and left her for the great out doors yet again. "Darn' cat..." She muttered taking a sip from her warm milky coffee.
