This is a really interesting little piece – Buttons could prove to be a very exciting character!
Buttons sat on the open window sill, his green eyes narrow slits. He calculated the amount of force it would take to propel himself through the air to the robins flitting about outside. Never mind the two-story drop.
“Buttons, come away from there,” his mistress sternly called.
He obeyed, begrudgingly.
Mind your own bee’s wax, he thought.
“You don’t want to eat them anyway.”
No, duh, the whole cat of the undead thing.
Katherine’s eyes narrowed.
Buttons pretended to ignore her, closing his eyes. Sometimes he thought she could read his mind. She was unnerving like that and cats are hard to unnerve.
He seemed like any other cat unless you looked too closely. Other than the scraggly fur and an ear that had seen better days, he seemed quite normal. His mistress had resurrected him when she was four. She was the most powerful necromancer in a thousand years, maybe ever. People avoid…
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