Connections Jan 2015 - Page 44

be treated this way. I could kill that stupid bitch for doing this to me. “Mave,” I scream out in my head for the thousandth time today, turning back to face the women. My cage is hard and too cold. I can’t get comfortable enough to stay in one spot for any length of time. A small hiss escapes my feline lips at the thought of that witch, and the woman sticking her hand into my cage pulls back slightly. I try to look at her apologetically, feeling guilty for my behavior, but I know she can’t understand me. Mave continues to ignore me. The stupid witch. Maybe if I call her a bitch enough times she will answer. “Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.” Nah, she’s too used to people calling her that for it to faze her. “I know you can hear me, you crazy hag.” On the other hand, maybe she can’t. I only have limited control over my powers. Maybe I can’t project my thoughts to her. I sure wasn’t able to project them to the people who found me this morning. The fact that I risked exposure is a testament to how pissed and desperate I am to get out of this form. I didn’t have a choice. I’m a damned cat for crying aloud. Twenty-four hours ago, I was a man. Okay, technically, I’m not a human man. Being able to shift into any animal I want to means that I’m not completely human. Nevertheless, I’ve never been a cat before. At least not the cute, fluffy kind. Mountain lion, tiger, cougar; I’ve been all three, but I have never degraded myself and shifted into a common house-cat before. I hadn’t meant to insult her. The witch, not the woman now stroking my fur. I should have known better than to make promises to a witch. In my defense, I had been drunk. Really drunk. She should have known not to believe anything a drunk man says. All women know this. We say and promise many things we don’t mean when we are trying to get some. Very asshole of us, I know. Trust me, I will never do it again, but that doesn’t make it any less true. The pack had been celebrating the purchase of a large chunk of land in the mountains of Tennessee. Being mythical creatures and all, we did use a little magic with the help of a friendly witch to make the buyout happen, meaning it wasn’t a complete surprise.