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What to Do With Kittens

The kittens mewed and squirmed at her touch. Hues of yellow, red, and pale green bounced off the battered walls. Susanna hummed at first, slowly building to a song, ancient and unintelligible.

Two small cats rose within an aura of power and majesty, their tiny bodies gone taught, extended in all directions. The third cat stopped mewing as the shared glow faded from its drab gray fur. With a quiet hiss it bolted to the farthest corner, the darkest shadow.

The floating cats shone with the brightness of a noonday sun, relaxed for one last pleasurable twist, then disappeared, taking their light with them. Susanna let out a long breath, eyes narrowing. Her jaw clenched and shoulders rolled.

“Two out of three. Hmph, better than I expected but not what was promised.”

She stood and crept to the corner. Crouching she smiled into the darkness. A tiny questioning meow greeted her.

“Oh, it’s okay. ’Tis not your fault, not at all. You are what you are, but we might have use for you yet.”

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