I awoke to a weight on my chest and the smell of tuna-breath funneled directly up my nostrils.

"Feed me," demanded a low, scratchy voice.

Myra had warned me about this; spend enough time with a witch's familiar and you start understanding each other. I'd been cat-sitting Taterpuff for almost a month.

"It is," I grumbled, "Not 8am yet."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Thanks."

"Is 8am now?"

"No!"

"No yell! Am familiar, not time-keeper."

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