The next morning, you wake up and get ready for the day. You plan on finding a more secure place for your grimoire than in the kitchen cabinet. Dressed for the day, you open your door and stumble over something on the floor.

"Hey, watch it Bitchy Witch! You almost crushed my exquisite tail!"

Catching yourself from tumbling on the floor, you right yourself. The first thing to enter your early morning mind was, 'Oh no, is he hurt?' That thought was quickly removed by what he just said.

"Ugh! What are you doing here, lurking at my bedroom door? Did you plan to trip me!?" You place your hands on your hips, aggravated. What a way to start the day.

"I can't help it if you fall for me," is his cheeky reply. You swear he winked at you as he said it.

He saunters by your side, going downstairs with you. Hoping you have something yummy to feed him. He smiles in appreciation. Today, you're wearing a cute dress, which swishes around your legs as you walk. Hmm, nice legs. Nicer than her attitude, he grumbles silently.

You reach the bottom of the stairs, and as you walk toward the kitchen, he weaves between your ankles. Yeah, very nice legs.

You stumble, this time catching the door frame in the kitchen, glaring down at your familiar, you harp at him, "Are you trying to make me fall?!"

"It's just a cat thing," he says as he jumps up on the little herb table by the window and ignores you. Looking out, watching the birds in the backyard, his tail begins twitching happily. Slowly, remorse replaces his happiness, and his tail droops. I didn't mean to cause her to trip... either time. I need to be more careful till she is used to having me... underfoot. He quickly loses interest in the birds.

You are rummaging in the refrigerator, looking for something to feed your familiar. You haven't been able to go out to buy him cat food and other cat thingies yet. Ah, leftover baked salmon. You grab the container of salmon and a few eggs.

Yoongi could smell the salmon and perked up, watching intently. You warm the salmon while making scrambled eggs.

"I hope you don't mind plain eggs; I don't usually season them." You pull the warmed salmon out of the oven, heated just enough to take the chill off. You nibble a little piece to make sure it's not too hot before putting some on a small dish. 

You cool a small amount of scrambled egg by gently blowing on it and place it beside the salmon on the dish.  You put it on the floor, where you decide to keep his water and food bowl when you get them.

"Breakfast's ready." You cheerfully say to the grumpy cat. You are not going to let him set the mood for your day.

He jumps down off the little herb table by the window and up onto the center kitchen island, sitting there staring at you. He isn't eating, just staring at you.

"What!?" you ask, starving, trying to eat the first mouthful of salmon, but stop, annoyed at his staring at you.

"First, let's get a few things straight," he says as he makes eye contact. "One, I get fed first. Two, don't lock your bedroom door or slam any door in my face. Three, when I say..."

Suddenly, his words are cut off as you slam your fork on the counter, glaring at him. "First, this is MY house, MY rules. Second, I will lock my bedroom door when I please, and thirdly..." your voice softens, "I'm sorry I slammed the door on you." 

You look back at the food on your plate and pick up your fork to eat. You really did feel awful, you did that, after the fact, of course. Why does he get on my nerves so easily? It's his damn cattitude, you tell yourself.

He jumps off the counter, and to your surprise, Yoongi is standing holding his dish. "Now that we have gotten the rules sorted out, I eat with you, not on the floor." Rule number four. 

He sits at the counter with you. "May I have a fork, please? Oh, and don't forget to bring me a napkin." he waves you to do his bidding, and you almost laugh... almost. The arrogance of this cat is going to give you permanent 'eye roll syndrome'. *rolls eyes* at his demands, but you do it anyway because you want to and NOT because he told you to.

Quietly grumbling, you get up to get him a fork and a napkin when it occurs to you that your sisters and mother's familiars never transformed to human. Stealing a glance at him through your lashes as you place a fork and napkin in front of him, you wonder if he is something more than just a witch's familiar.

You finish breakfast in silence. You clear away the dishes, and Yoongi, back in cat form, is napping on the little herb table in front of the window.

You have a couple of hours before opening 'Coffee, Tae and Suga Kookies' and decide, while your familiar is napping, you will try to catch up on a chapter of 'Lost and Found' by one of the currently trending authors, Jahools.

Only into the second paragraph, you are distracted by a quick knock at the front door, followed by your mom entering. She is all smiles and cheerfulness, eager to meet your familiar.

After exchanging hugs and kisses on the cheek as a greeting, you lead your mom to the kitchen. "He's in here still napping." You point to the sleek black cat sprawled out in front of the window.

Thinking you heard a gasp from your mom, you ask, "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Oh, um, I left my phone in the car. Would you be a dear and get it for me? I'm waiting on a call from Sage."

"Okay, sure. I'll be right back." Your mom hands you the key fob to the car. "I guess you can go ahead and introduce yourselves," you tell her.

Your mom gives you a distracted smile, never taking her eyes off the cat.

Once you are out of the house, she approaches the cat and picks him up from a dead sleep, startling him awake, "What the Hel... "

"What are you doing here, Yoongi?" She is holding him with her hands just under his front legs, leaving the rest of his cat body dangling.

"I would ask you the same," is his snide remark, "but since I know you're her mother, there is no need for me to ask a stupid question, unlike you. But I will answer it, I am Dill's familiar."

"I know you are her familiar, otherwise you would not be here. I want to know why you?"

"Let's just say he still cares for you and wanted me to watch over her. Not that you aren't doing a well enough job of it, but he is her father."

"Shh! She's coming back." Your mother places him on the floor and swiftly sits at the kitchen island counter gesturing for Yoongi to return to the window.

"Shibal, I can't get any decent cat naps around here—time to come up with rule number five." 'Don't wake the cat!'

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