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Sing a Big Spoopy Kitty Song (Preview)
🕑 Added 2024-10-13 21:52:44 +0000 UTC“Whatever you say,” Jezebel spoke, looking around the yard. “It's done. I'm going back in. It's as good as it'll ever get if we're sticking to this crap.”
Cassidy snorted, shaking her green head. The coven leader glanced around the yard, about to let her leave when she noticed something. “Hey! Hold it! Where are the cats?”
“Excuse me?” The older sister slowly turned, looking absolutely done with everything.
“There's no black cats!” Cassidy held out her hand to the yard, swaying it up and all around. Sure enough, there was no dark kitties in sight. No inflatables, no decorations, no lawn art, no nothing. They had pumpkins, ghosts, zombies, werewolves, crows, the whole works.
But, there were no black cats anywhere.
Jezebel looked around and shrugged. “Well, the one inflatable we had we trashed last year after it broke. We never had anything else. I don't know what you were expecting.”
“I expected you to handle that! You're in charge of handling all the animal decorations, especially the black cats, so you should've replaced it when it broke! Hell, if we only had one black cat, you should've gotten more.”
“Ugh.” Jezebel rolled her eyes. “Don't get your underwear all twisted. I'll get us a damn cat.” She held her hand up and started to snap her fingers.
“No way!” Cassidy declared, motioning hard with her hands, “That's not how we're doing it. You go out and get one the right away, not the quick way.” She huffed. “Besides, it's not like you'll teleport us in a good cat.”
Her older sister's eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”
“Everytime you get us any new lawn decoration or inflatable, it sucks, plain and simple. It's always some cheap crap on clearance. You have to be careful and precise about what you summon. That's why you go in person for things like this! It's all about building the perfect-”
“Oh shut the hell up!” Jezebel snapped, getting in Cassidy's face. “I'm sick of working under the stupid constraints you put on me.” Her glare turned fierce. “You know what? Black cats are essential to witches and as the leader, you should be in charge of anything related to them. Not me, Ms. High-and-Mighty!”
Cassidy looked at her incredulously, unsure of how to respawn to such nonsense tossed in her face. She started to talk after a moment of processing all of that. “Look, when it comes to our lack of black cats, I-”
“Hellooooooo! Sounds like a little bitty problem, there!”
The two women looked to the right, finding the owner of the happy voice. It was an anthro fox of all things and a curious-looking fellow. He wore some rather old-timey clothing that was several centuries out of date and held a small accordion in his black paws.
A thick, puffy red tail with a black and white striped end swished pleasantly behind him. There was an inviting gleam in his eyes, one that said he was a fox without a care in the world. Everything about him said friendly and sweet.
Though for the two green ladies, they were unsure how to respond. They shared a look, one that said plainly, who the heck is this guy? Most people were put off by the presence of actual green witches, but not him.
Cassidy curiously stared at the fox, not saying a word. Jezebel, on the other hand, wasn't so awed. “Listen you, this is a private discussion. I think you should move along.”
The fox shook his head, smiling. “I heard your problem. That's no good; no good indeed!” He spoke in a sing-songy voice, a tone that was pleasant on the ears. “A lack of black cats in your lives? That's bad for this time of season, especially for you two!”
“I said, leave!” Jezebel snapped.
“Be nice,” Cassidy said, nudging her. She looked curiously at the fox. “What are you getting at?”
The smile turned to a grin as he lifted his accordion. “A solution fitting for the season, completely appropriate that it stands to reason! For it is time, lean on in and hear me rhyme!”
“Oh no…” Jezebel groaned.
The fluffy anthro ignored her, clearing his throat. Slowly, he began to play, humming softly. A tune as pleasant as his voice followed, its rhythm and energy to it similar to that of a sea shanty. The music filled their ears, bringing them a vibe that was weirdly relaxing and calming to a degree. Jezebel looked annoyed but not as much. Cassidy looked rather charmed.
As the notes went in one ear and out the other, the witches’ green ears wiggled gently. Soft black fur sprouted over each one, lobes pulling in as their tops stretched into points. The music picked up speed as the ears moved higher, shifting their hair as they came to rest on top of their noggins as full cat ears.
