Another holiday! Why do witches have so many? I’ve lived here for almost a year now and it seems like every time I twitch a whisker, there’s another celebration we must prepare for. There’s absolutely no downtime!
This one is called “Ostara” or “Eostre” after some racy Goddess of yore. It must have something to do with eggs and rabbits because my mistress suddenly took it into her head to position a great quantity of both, along with fresh flowers, around the house. As if there wasn’t enough clutter already!
I will admit that, usually, her holiday arrangements are tasteful and artistic… But when she starts scattering cute little ceramic bunnies about the place, I really must put my paw down!
I’m sure we can do better than this!
So I ventured across the road and into the hills this morning (at grave risk to life and tail) and used my incredibly sensitive nose to sniff out the real thing for her.
When I journeyed back to the front door, mewing proudly and loudly as I could past the mouthful of real bunny fur, I was fully prepared for my witch to come running out in a high state of excitement.
What I was NOT prepared for was that she would begin to throw the gardening slippers that she keeps by the door at me!
In my astonishment, I dropped the bunny. The uncooperative creature began to hop away. I turned to give chase and that was when my mistress performed the Most Unspeakable Act! She actually grabbed me by my tail and then dumped me inside the house on the wrong side of the screen door!
She then began chasing the rabbit around the garden, flapping her apron at it. Did she think the bunny was going to obligingly hop into her apron? Humans are Terrible hunters! Naturally, the rabbit got away.
Which just goes to show how much Witches need their Familiars… Now, if only they would let us do our job!