Cat Wizard

Cat Wizard

            A witch, more powerful than I, had turned my physical form into that of a cat. Though it is great to get love and affection from humans, I’d prefer to be in my top wizarding shape once more. I roam around this dwelling, attempting with the loudest, but yet cutest voice I can muster to summon my assistant, or my apprentice, or my scribe. All I ever get is treats. Granted these treats provide me with nourishment, and they are also delicious little fishes.

            The humans do not seem capable of comprehending my struggle back towards wizardom. They take my ever plea to be some sort of cute hint that I want a playmate. When in fact, I’d prefer nothing less than a mindless cat in my presence.

            One of the humans seems to be capable of small amounts of magic that he dispenses through a wand. His magic is only capable of producing a small beam of light, but when I see it, it gives me hope that I may acquire its source, so I chase after it. Granted every time that I do this, the magic light outruns me and I am never able to catch it. I’ve contemplated long and hard if the human knows that I am a prisoner, and deliberately tortures me with the magic he can produce as a sick form of torture.

            All of my pleas for help fail. I once knocked down these statutes placed upon a shelf onto the floor as to symbolize my torture and my fall, but instead the human yelled at me. Will, I ever be free from this curse. Perhaps if I lie on the human’s keyboard he will understand my lack in ability to communicate.