(This story goes out to my friend who recently had to put her cat down from old age. Cats and Dogs aren’t just pets, they’re also family, and when you lose one, it feels like you lost a family member. Show your fur babies some love and remember the good times with past pets!)
Know that saying if a black cat crosses your path it’s bad luck? Well, I’m kind of the reason why it got started. I remember The Salem Witch Trials. I remember seeing women of all ages being killed, being ripped away from their family, friends and family turning on one another all because they were accused of being a witch and practicing witchcraft. Sure some were witches, but the others were innocent women. My first owner… was one of the witches murdered.
I was her Familiar! It was my job to keep her safe, to look out for her! Yet… she ordered me not to save her… When they came for her, I wasn’t allowed to stop them, but I was to hide and let them kill her! I had to watch her being hanged with other women as the people cheered and screamed out, “kill the witches!”
I cried and cried after her death but, then it hit me, and it was something I couldn’t understand. They were killing the “evil” women, my first owner wasn’t evil, she was a healer, and I knew other witches that were killed as well they were kind, not evil! So why did the innocent die and the real evil ones get to live!?
Since that day and realization, I would walk the small town in my cat form, of course, and when someone who was responsible for the murders of the many innocent women and witches was close, I would follow the scent till I find them.
I would always let them see me because back then black cats were seen to be evil sadly it’s the same way today, but anyway, it was scary for them to see a black cat glaring at them. Whenever I found who I was looking for, I would follow them back to their homes. In the morning they’ll be found dead, same with the people who were living with them, again bad luck for a black cat to cross your path you may end up dead.
Over the years, I was having a hard time trying to find reasons to keep going, but once an animal becomes a Familiar we can’t die, we’re immortal… Unlike our owners…
The only way we can die is to be killed by another witch, and it’s so hard to find one that’s a true witch. I was still killing whenever I got the scent of a person being a descendant of the people who murdered all those women. I was getting close to finding one, but my new owner got to them before I could, he wasn’t a witch, he wasn’t even human, not really sure what he is.
He’s oddly tall for a living being, and he didn’t have a face, it’s just like a blank canvas. At first, I was scared and was trying really hard to look scary myself by putting my ears back and puffing my tail up, hissing and growling, it… didn’t work. All he did was put a hand on my head. I was worried that he was going to hurt me, but he took me to his home.
Other people were living with him. Some took me in right away and welcomed me. Others didn’t care if I was there. The little girl Sally likes to pull on my tail though… But she’s too cute to get mad at, and she knows how to pet I haven’t purred that much in a long time. The boy Toby, likes to mess with my ears when I’m not in my cat form, and when I am and trying to sleep he bugs me it doesn’t matter how many times I claw him, he still does it, but I feel at home with them.
Sure, my new owner isn’t a witch but I’ll keep him safe, it’s my job to do that and to take out the people who are getting too close to knowing the truth about my owner and about the others. I still miss my first owner but I know she’s happy where ever she’s at, and she would also be glad to know I’m doing well now.