The black cat purred, arching into her caress behind the ear, its little nose twitching adorably. She smiled, contentedly waving her wand and letting the dishes do themselves.
Outside her humble abode, the rain was falling, a steady pit-pat. She could hear a hum of voices.
The villagers were here to call her a monster. A witch. They spat the word as if it was dirty.
At least there wouldn't be any torches today.
"Why don't you just turn them into mice?" The cat asked, with a sly grin.
"I prefer to think I'm not as unreasonable as them."