| Old Ladies Have More Fun
They always said I would end up a cat-lady. An old woman with no one to talk to but her furniture and her many hundreds of cats, stinking up a beautiful antique house until they would find my corpse years later, half-eaten by the ones I proclaimed to love. Utterly let down by humanity. That would have been a fine way to go, I'm sure, but I love being alive a little too much for that sort of thing. There have been magicks passed down in my family. Mother said we were the Children of Lilith. Or descendants of the Lady Bathory. It depended on how she was feeling at the time. As much as I might have been tempted to bathe in the blood of the neighborhood children from time to time, I loved my bathroom and plumbing a little too much. It was easy to infuse my furniture with spirits. I just got social for a while, picked out the ones I liked, and then stopped throwing parties, because everyone I liked was already there. And, rather than a hundred cats, I just melted together all the cats in the neighborhood, to save time. A being made of a hundred cats is a good companion for me. As far as the reclusive old lady act goes, well... I still have plans on going out tonight. Just without the desperation that seems to plague most people.
leslie powell |