Explanations

Some people might think it is weird that my family and I are in hiding when we are supposed to be in a time of equality and blah blah blah. People look at you differently, they look at your family and friends differently if you just come out and say, "Hey everybody! I am a witch! My mother and I have trunks of cloaks, candle, and other scared objects under our beds! Also I have a spell book in my closet called my Book of Shadows!" Yeah, not a great conversation starter. Well my Book of Shadows isn't just a "spell" book but also where I right down magical accurences, dreams I have that I know mean something, even funny things Sally does while Willy was in serious chanting mode.

I live in the suburbs so it sucks when Halloween comes around and I have to keep Sally close to me at all times during ceremonies or lock her up in the house. Why? Because there are very superstitious people leving in my neighborhood and they get edgier on all Hallows Eve. She doesn't like it very much, but I know she understands why. Witches cats are just like that. Her and my mom have a very love hate relationship I find very humorous. Most of the timethey avoid each other like the Black Plague others I find the curled up on my mothers bed. My grandmother, Isolde, raised Sally originally. My mom was gettin out of her divorce from my father when Sally found me in my grandmothers shop. Isolde used to own a weave rugs with the technics the Navajo indans taught her. Infact it was the elderly woman who taught her the ways and my mothers dog, Maggie, who taught me to walk. Spiritual connection are not reserved for cats only. My mothers strongest ones were with dogs. I have many with both animals.

Anyway, I was sitting in Isolde's shop when her neighbor, the hadcore christian moral center of this small town America walked in with her new litters of Kittens. There were 13. 12 of them ran off in different directions to play with various strings and balls of yarn. Except a small black cat with large yellow eyes. We just stared at each other while my mother, and grand mother stared at me. Poor Mrs. Ross would die to know that one of her Fluffy's precious kittens had a psychic connection with a witch. Since my mother was strugging to put a roof over our had at the time, Sally had to live with Isolde until mom and could aford pet friendly housing. That took about 18 months, but we spent every weekend with my grandparents and my cat. She follows me around, not ike a dog would. Dogs tend to follow on dependency, Sally tends to follow on comfort. Somedays she sits in my lap while I type (like she is right now, I think she takes joy in knowing tha it makes it more difficult) somedays she stays in the hall just keeping me with in her sights. Till the mood stricks to update.

Billy the Teenage Witch