“Well, if I was a shapeshifter, and I’m not saying I am mind, but if I was, you wouldn’t catch me shifting into one of those common types. I mean wolves? So overdone.”
“Grandma, what are you on about?”
Rosemarie smirked and scritched Belladonna behind the ears. She called over her shoulder to Kira in the kitchen.
“Nothing deary dove, I’m just talking to the cat.”
Belladonna hopped up into Granny Rosie’s ample lap: “now what did you mean about the wolves?” She chirped.
“Well, as I was saying – I just think a big cat has more to offer – take were-panthers for example. Much more civilized bunch, always happy to have you round for tea. Chat a spell over the hedge that sort of thing. These wolf shifters though”, she tisked under her breath, “you’d think they didn’t spend more than half their time human the way they carry on about ‘the man ruining this and the man ruining that’. Heavens to Betsy, it’s exhausting.”
“Hmmmm” BD trilled and settled into a ball, “that’s fascinating dear”
Kira bustled through the half door with the tea things “Grandma Rosie, people will think you’ve gone off if you don’t stop talking to the cat all the time.”
Belladonna stopped her decent towards nap long enough to give Kira a withering look, then nestled on her white paws fast asleep.
“well let them bug. After 200 years putting up with the Joneses, I have run fresh out of figs”
Kira raised her eyebrows at the 200 years part, she probably just misheard. “It’s keeping up with the Joneses Granma Rosie”
“of course, it is dearie” as she stroked Bella’s little white ears. “of course it is.”
Leigh Fisher 