My life is always a serious of knocks, especially since my familiar and ward joined it.
“That went well,” I commented aloud.
“You would think by now you’d stop trying to order her around,” my familiar commented from where he was sprawled on the shelf nearby.
I glared at him. “You would think I’d have learned from failing to order you around for years.”
Alexander rolled over, showing his belly and clearly expecting me to rub his belly. I sighed, reaching over, and submitting to his demands. “How is this my life?” I asked.
“A little to the left,” he replied.
I rolled my eyes. I could have had any animal I wanted for a familiar, but I wanted to be traditional so I chose a cat. An opinionated, pushy, always had to have his own way, cat. And then I had a daughter… except I couldn’t have a baby… no, I had to take in a teenage witch.
Some days were quite explosive. Literally.
I drew my hand away from Alexander, watching his claws so he didn’t take a swipe at me. “So do you have any idea why Bridget is having such a fit today about having her own life?” I asked Alexander.
“She thinks you’re trying to hold her back.”
“From what? The only thing I’m holding her back from is blowing us all up.”
Alexander huffed at me. “She’s a sixteen year old girl. She’s not logical about these things.”
I leaned over and kissed Alexander between the ears. “Well, I was a teenage girl at one point. I’m sure I can figure this out. Right now, I’m going to fix lunch. I’m sure that food will draw Bridget back if nothing else.”