I chose the picture of my black cat, Locke, looking out the kitchen window for my story prompt this week. This is the product of a twenty-minute sprint and a quick copy-edit.
Midnight had her paws up on the kitchen windowsill so she could see outside. Amanda smiled as she got out of the car and saw her familiar watching for her arrival. She hurried to grab the bags out of the trunk but walked carefully up the steps. It had snowed again today and she needed to clear them off again, maybe put down some more salt to keep things from getting slippery.
Amanda unlocked the door and pushed it open.
“Hello my lovely,” she greeted Midnight, who was now sitting on the counter right beside the front door.
Midnight meowed happily, brushing her head against Amanda’s arm since her hands were full.
Amanda chuckled and set her bags down, petting Midnight with one hand as she closed and locked the door. “All’s well?” she asked.
“No callers or intruders,” Midnight informed her.
“Good,” Amanda replied, stroking Midnight one more time before turning to deal with her bags. “I’m glad no one bothered you today.” Some days there would be salesmen, or someone looking to hire Amanda would find out where she lived. She didn’t like when they came to her home and bothered Midnight while she was gone.
It only took a few moments for Amanda to put away the groceries she’d picked up on the way home, and set her work bag and her little backpack by her desk in the second bedroom. She came back to settle on the couch and Midnight jumped up to sit beside her.
Amanda stroked Midnight’s soft fur and sighed happily, relaxing into the cushions. It was good to be home. She missed Midnight on days she couldn’t take her familiar with her. Some clients just didn’t understand the bond between a witch and her familiar, so they requested she leave the cat at home, like it was just some kind of pet. At least this job had only taken a couple days and was close enough she could come home each night.
Sitting here with Midnight beside her again, Amanda could finally relax. It was stressful on both of them when she was away. Maybe she’d stop taking jobs that asked her to leave Midnight behind. She could change her contract, make it state that Midnight was to be allowed to accompany her for all portions of her work instead of having a question asking if Midnight could accompany her. Work was pretty steady now, unlike when she’d first started out. She didn’t have to take every job she was offered just to make ends meet.
Amanda looked out the back window, watching snow begin to fall again, the swirls of snowflakes lit by the streetlamps. The world was hushed and quiet now that night had fallen, the blanket of snow muting any sound there might have been.
“Tomorrow we leave for the next job,” Amanda said softly.
“We’re helping someone ward their home, correct?” Midnight asked.
“Yes,” Amanda replied. “A very nice family,” she added. They’d been very gracious about the entire thing. They’d even asked if they needed to keep their own cat sequestered while she was there. It was rare for anyone to even think to ask about things like that. It was much more common for a client to ask her to keep Midnight sequestered or on a leash or something equally ridiculous. Midnight would be at her side where she belonged. “I think you’ll like them,” Amanda told Midnight. “And if you’re feeling frisky, they have a cat you might be able to entice to play.”
“That would be nice,” Midnight replied, nuzzling Amanda’s leg. “It’s been a while since I had a chance to play with another feline.”
Amanda smiled. She’d amend her contract. There was no reason to be so accommodating of those who didn’t understand her bond to her familiar. If they wanted her services, they’d just have to accept that Midnight came too.