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AN ACT OF KINDNESS NEVER GOES UNPUNISHED

‘Why do my whiskers always seem to get dirty when I just step outside?' I ask myself as I lick my paw and start to clean my face. ‘It seems to be such a chore to keep the dirt out of my fur. I wish that girl would hurry up and get home already.' As I continue to clean my fur. Once finished with that I curl up on my pillow in the window sill and start to doze off.

In the back of my mind, flashes of my life before this transformation flashed before my closed eyelids. It's strange to think that before I was this girls familiar, I was a simple boy going to the local school. Now in my midnight black fur I serve...

"Pretty kitty!" My eyes shoot open as I quickly look about for the offending voice that broke my memories. My eyes narrow down to vertical slits as I spot the offender. A few paces off is the girls younger brother Darrel. Today the kid was wearing his favorite Spiderman t-shirt with supper hero jumping towards you on a red background. He had on a matching pair of blue pants that seemed like he had stepped through a red spider web.

I slowly get to my feet and stretch out my back legs and yawn with my eyes closed. Just as I finished stretching, Darrel's large hand lands on my back of my head and he starts to rub me from the top of my head to my tail base.

I could never figure out why I liked to have the back of my spine rubbed or scratched, but whenever I had that area rubbed I would stretch out my back legs to their full height to get as much out of the rub as possible.

"Kitty want a treat?" He asked me as he stopped rubbing me. I looked up at him and gave me a soft meowing sound. He gave me one of his goofy smiles and turned and stated walking away. "Com on kitty." Not one to pass up a free treat, I shook myself and jumped down to follow the young lad. Often times I would stop and feel a sense of pity for the poor kid.

The young lad had been born with down syndrome, leaving him with an underdeveloped brain. Even though he was as old as me, (which is 26), his mind was that of a third grader. Though he lived with the crippling disease, he still led a happy and joy filled life. Often times I would have to shake myself to stop my pity of the boy and bring myself back to reality.

‘That's the kind of thinking that got you into this mess in the first place.' I said to myself and slapped my face sideways with my paw. Just then I heard the sound of my treats being shaken in their bag and quickly walked down the hall to the kitchen.

"Here kitty kitty. Time for treats." Turning around the door frame I came to face Darrel standing with the bag of treats in one hand, and a full handful of treats in the other.

‘If he thinks that I'm going to be able to eat all those things then I really will spoil my dinner.' As I thought about how many times his mother and sister told him that he was spoiling me, and probably make me fat. With that thought, I smirked inwardly and sat down and waited on him. He knelt down on one knee and offered me the hand full of treats. The smell of fish and something else that seemed to drive me into a daze like state started to overwhelm my senses. ‘That catnip is going to be the death of me one day.' I think to myself as I swat down sever of the tasty bits out of his hand and start to eat the crunchy bits.

Once I finish those, he shoves his hand at me again. "Doesn't kitty want more?" To which I simply get up and shake myself over, then go over and rub myself against his lowered leg to thank him. To which he lets out another one of his goofy smiles and laughs. "Ok. More then tomorrow then." I look up at him as he funnels the bits back into the bag and slides the zipper of the bag closed again. He gives me a quick rub then stands to return the bag to the cupboard.

"Homework now kitty. Come with?" To which I give him a long meow. He rubs me once more and quickly runs off to the stairs and his room.

‘I thought by now that he would have learned not to run up those stairs.' Quickly darting off I beat him to the stairs and stop half way up and yawl at him, like I'm trying to scare off a large predator. As he starts to jump up the steps, he quickly stops at the fourth step, eyes wide.

"Oh right. No running up stairs. Trip and ouchy." With that he grabs the rail and walks up the remaining stairs. Taking a long sight as I shake my head, I turn and ascend the stairs as well.

‘If he trips again, she's going to give me an ass chewing for not doing as she told me to.' Once at his door he opens it for me and I quickly step inside and jump up to his bed and lay down on his pillow. His room is much the same as you would find of your typical kid. Posters of many different kid movies adorn his walls, as well as a famous Disney mouse counts the time on another. The bed is done up in car like theme as well as many other parts of the room. He steps into the room and removes his backpack to set it on the bed and begins to remove the contents.

At this point I begin to loose interest with what he's doing and start to dose off again. The memories seem intent today to replay my life before this, but just as they are about to start making sense I am awoken by the sound of a plastic chair being pushed back across a wood floor.

"Big sis Tina is home!" To which a shudder runs through and down my spine.

‘Great the witch bitch is back.' I snicker to myself as I look up at the mouse clock to see that not even fifteen minutes have passed.

"Big sis." I turn and look a the boy as he turns and heads for the stairs.

‘Oh not again.' Not bothering to stretch, I quickly leap down from the bed and stop him again at the stairs. "Rowel!"

"Right. No run down stairs either." Taking the rail again he descends the stairs, only to run again once he's off the stairs. He stops on the other side of the door and bounces on his heals as he waits for the door to open.

‘I can never get tired of this.' As I watch the door open and the boy nearly tackles the girl to the ground from a good few feet off down the hall.

"Big sis Tina. Your home!" He yells practically in her ear as he gives her a bear hug.

"Y...Yes Darrel, I'm home. Now will you let up a little. Big sis needs to breath." She says to him as she pats his back and gives me a hard look. To which I give her a smirk of ‘Oh come on, he's just glad that your home'. To which she gives me the look of we'll talk later.

Once Darrel has let up on his older sister I look at her. Though Tina is only older than her brother than a year and a half, she carries herself as if she much older. Though I know different since I know her on a whole other level. She is wearing the usual gray and black school uniform of the local college, to which I'm glad that I don't have to wear anymore. She is wearing a white button down long sleeve shirt, cotton gray vest with an open black jacket with the schools emblem over the left breast pocket, a long gray skirt to match the vest, and polished black shoes with shin high white socks.

Darrel starts to yammer on about his day to his sister to which I smirk again. With that I get up and walk into the living room and take up my favorite spot on my pillow in the sill and start to dose, in preparation for tonight's activities.

Eventually I'm pulled from my nap when I hear the steady steps of someone approaching me. I only open a single eye to see that it's both Tina's and Darrel's mom stepping softly, probably come to wake me for dinner or worse. So as she tiptoes over I open both eyes and watch her.

"Oh darn. I was hoping that I would surprise you Midnight. I do so love it when you jump when I startle you." I let out a long breath and remember the day that she had surprised me for the first time. I had been asleep on this sill and she had snuck up on me and gave me the fright of my life, to which I had nearly shot five feet strait up in the air.

‘She's never going to let me forget that day.' So getting up I stretch again and then jump down from my pillow and follow her into the kitchen where everyone has gathered. The smell of my dried cat chow draws me to the other side of the kitchen and I sit and await for them to say their prayers. Once they start I see Tina visibly wince that the prayer and lower my head in my own prayer.

I don't bother sticking around once my bowels empty. Quickly ascending the stairs I run into the girls room through the kitty door that she had installed a few weeks ago, and await ‘the mistress'.

Her room was completely different from what you would think of a typical college student, since she's into the whole witch and Goth thing. On nearly every counter there are black candles that have yet to be lit, different pentagrams adorn the walls as well as a light incense fills the room with the smell of some weird dried plant. Shaking my head I jump up to the desk pushed under the window and move over to a small wood box and open it with a paw.

Once the box is open I pull out a small chain with a single object on it. On a normal person, this peace of jewelry would only be a bracelet, but for me it was a necklace of power. It took a little bit of wiggling but eventually I got the necklace on. With a single cough I regained my human voice.

"I wish she would allow me to keep this thing on all the time. I get so tired of always trying to tell Darrel to stop running in the house. Well to work." I look about the dark room with my wide eyes and utter a small word under my breath and the candles spark then lit. The light slowly grows and fills the room with their flickering warmth. "Though I do wonder when she will get rid of that horrible skull over the door."

As if on queue, the door opens to Tina with a towel around her middle and another around her head.

"Eek. Darn it Midnight. How many times do I have to tell you to not sit there when I come back from the shower."

"Honey, are you alright up there?" Her mother asks from downstairs.

"Ya mom. Midnight just scared me is all." She places her fists on her hips and leans over at me. Showing off her nice cleavage under the towel. I just simply shake myself then jump down from the desk and walk over to the door and shut it with a kick of my back paw.

"Hay, I wasn't done talking with mom yet. She could come up here at any moment." To which I ignore her and jump back up to her desk and begin to clean my paw. She stamps her foot on the floor and I look up at her with a single eye open.

"Oh please. You know as well as I that your mom knocks before she come into here. So if your done trying to dislodge your towel, I recommend that you get changed so we can begin." She looked down and sure enough her towel was beginning to slip

"Eep." She quickly opens her wall closet and dives in. I let out a small chuckle as I hear her shuffle through her things to find her witch clothing. Shaking my head I go back to cleaning my paw then my side.

"You know, if you keep doing that you'll start coughing up hairballs." Whipping my head around I see a head sticking around the door of the closet. She has an almost giddy smile on her lips knowing how much I hate hairballs.

"And you know where I'll leave it too. Don't you." I berate her back, reminding her about the brushing she promised some time ago. She steps back out of the closet only dressed in her black panties and a scowl, with her hands on her hips. I shake my head, "Naked again." I tell her as I start to get a nose bleed, then lift a paw to cover my eyes

"Eek!" She quickly dives back into the closet.

"I swear that sometimes you do that just to get a reaction out of me." To which I hear a giggle from inside the closet.

"And you can't do anything about it, Tabby." She berates me back, knowing how I hate to be called a Tabby. "So no accidents with Darrel I hope."

I jumped down from her desk and then back up on her bed on the other side of the room. "Of course not. I'm still ringing from the last time you yelled at me when he skinned his knee last week." I tell her as I bat my left ear with the same paw.

"Well it's not like you didn't deserve it. I did give you a very simple task, and I had to listen to my mom lecture me about watching him." She finished as she walked out of the closet wearing a cotton gray button down shirt with a long black plad skirt. "I can't wait until I don't have to wear this stuff anymore." As she looked over herself then twirled around.

"Yes very nice, very nice. Now to the topic at hand." I pointed to the desk and she nodded. "The coven has charged you with learning the task on page 34, since it will be used on All Hollows Eve this year, and you haven't even mastered the language yet."

She doesn't say anything until she pulls out the chair under the table and sits down at it. "I would if you were a better familiar." She says over her shoulder at me. Pulling out a book she opens it to find a portion of the book had been hallowed out and a smaller book takes it place. Taking out the small book she opens it to the page and starts to read. "And tell me again what this spell is supposed to do again." Shaking my head I jump down from her bed and then up to sit down next to the book.

"Ok miss scatter brains, listen up. This spell will allow the coven to be able to summon several ancient elemental spirits and control them. If successful, they should be able to control the wind, where it rains to move vast amounts of water, move earth, and such." For the remainder of the night I tried to help her to understand the meaning behind the words of power, to the actual pronunciation of the words. Eventually she let out a long exasperated breath then picked up the book to close it with bother her hand under the covers.

"Man I don't know about you Midnight, but I'm bushed. I think I'll just call it a night and pick up the rest tomorrow." Once she finished she turned to me and gave me a smile, to which I struck her cheek with my paw. Her hand shot up and clutched at her cheek in shock.

"Do you really think that you could just brush this off like that." "I just pick up where I left of tomorrow." I said in a mock voice of her. "You stupid girl." She visibly winced. "You need to pay more attention to your witch studies rather than what happens at school." When I finished what I said I saw her visibly blush. My eyes saddened then I placed a paw on my head. "Oh not this again." I knew that look in her eye. There must be a new boy in school who she's taken a fancy to. "Now you listen and see if you can't get this through your thick skull. If you fail at this, even the slip of a single syllable, could spell disaster. Not just for you, but everyone in the coven and country."

"It won't be like last year when you got your wand ceremony postponed for another year. These are strong entities, and need to be summoned properly."

"Alright alright already. Jeez you sound like my mother." She said as she rubbed her cheek. "But I really am tired." As she points to the clock on the wall. I looked up to the clock and saw that the coco-clock that had been changed into a Goth version of one said that it was nearly two in the morning. (Imagine a coco-clock that is all bones and skulls instead) To emphasize this she took a long lawn then stretched out her arms to either side.

"Fine. I know that even I don't retain anything very well when I'm tired." She get up from her chair and disappears into the closet again, to emerge in an almost transparent night gown. In where you would be able to see to her naughty bits have been an image of panties and a braw have been sown into the fabric. I simply lower my head and place a paw on my head and shake my head. "Oh stop showing off and get to bed already before I need to go take a cold wash in your sink."

She let out a small giggle then on tip toe she bounced over and rubbed my head, then jumped into her bed. Once she was snuggled in, I followed suit and lay on the foot of her bed.

"Good night Midnight."

"Sleep deep and well Tina." I replied to her as I curled into my ball.

"Love you." She said in an almost whisper. Though I didn't hear a word as I sank into the depths of my dreams.