Chapter six of the ongoing saga–in which we learn that cats will be cats, and ancient enemies come to light.

Dan awoke at dusk, disoriented.  it took him a minute to realize where he was; although he was sleeping in his own bed, the light and angle at which it set in the room was wrong.  He quickly got out of bed, and hurried to the kitchen.  His wife was at the table, working with her lap-top.  Two large car batteries sat beside her, hooked to a curious contraption that seemed to be charging a lap-top battery.  She smiled at him as he entered.  “I never thought I should miss electricity so much,” she said.  “Most things here have been taken care of–like the ice box.  My mother had pictures of great-grandmother having one like that.  But Lap-tops do not run on imagination.”

“You are taking this rather well,” Dan said.

“So are you,” she replied.  “I don’t suppose you would like to tell me what is going on?”

“Not just yet.  I’m not at all sure you would believe me, in spite of everything we have seen.”  He drew her too him, and they stood looking out the kitchen window, into the growing dusk.  “Where is Dulce?”

“Sleeping in her chair.  She nodded off not too long after you went for your nap.”  Stepping back from the window a little, Dan could see gray curls above the chair back.  Old Tom padded softly into the kitchen, followed by Lady Beth and Tabbitha.  They sat down and stared at the humans.  Dan and Lyddia stared back.  As they looked at each other, the moon came up, round and full, shining through the kitchen window.  The cats shimmered and became human.  At the same time, a small gray cat walked daintily from the living room.

Old Tom opened a drawer in a kitchen cabinet, and pulled out a terry shower wrap, which he nonchalantly draped around his loins.  Lady Beth and Tabitha had quickly gone into the other room when they changed.  He noticed the batteries and laptop.  “What is this?” he asked.  “I’ve not seen one of these before.  Boxes of energy?”

“You don’t know about electricity?” Lyddia said in surprise.

“I know about the sparks that fly when a coat is stroked in dry weather or in winter.  I know about lightning.  You have tamed the lightning?”

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  • Atanacio on Jun 21, 2009

    You know Im enjoying this…:) Frank

  • Ruby Hawk on Jun 21, 2009

    Wonderful characters, I will have to print all these chapters out for my granddaughter.

  • rutherfranc on Jun 22, 2009

    oops! I will go through the first 5 chapters first…

  • Joe Dorish on Jun 22, 2009

    :)

  • ken bultman on Jul 1, 2009

    O.K. Now I’m catching up. The plot thickens. Old man del Perro, eh?

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