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another.”
    “How do you like it? Being me?” Cathy sat up.
    “I can see how a human’s teenage years can be very emotional. I’ve never felt so many feelings as I do now that I’m being you. I mean, before I was able to feel angry and frustrated with Idis and even envious of the cat from across the street. But…,” she patted down her flyaway hair, “I never felt anticipation for tomorrow or excitement to meet new people like Todd. Most importantly, I never felt loved like what becoming a part of your family did.”
    “Thanks, Surla.”
    “For what?”
    “Crossing paths with me.”

Chapter 9
    Pussface had been watching people around the neighborhood for a couple of hours. He saw ordinary situations: men mowing their shaggy lawns, people riding bicycles together in unattractive Speedos, and others gardening.
    “I haven’t seen anything unusual so far,” he muttered while passing lovely one-story homes. One had a blooming rose bush and children’s toys in the yard. The toys were being played with by a little girl with blond pigtails.
    “A kitty!” he heard her say. She skipp ed over to Pussface in her pink-striped dress. He let her pet him a minute with her chubby fingers. “Good kitty-kitty.”
    “Okay, I must be going now. I have business to take care of,” the cat said, but before he could walk away, she picked him up, u nsteadily. Half of his body dragged on the ground. The girl looked like she was of an age of believing in imaginary friends, so a talking cat didn’t surprise her at all.
    “Kitty -kitty, come play with me.” She smiled while rubbing her head on his.
    “What have I gotten myself into?” Pussface sighed as t hey entered the house.
    “Shhh,” she whispered and brought him into her bedroom. She dropped him, then closed the door quietly. “My mommy doesn’t like kitties. She-she says they make hew sneeze.” Like most young children, she couldn’t pronounce her Rs.
    “Maybe I should go then.” He knew if Idis saw he was wasting time playing, she would be very angry.
    “No. Just for an itty bit of time. Stay and play.” The girl pulled a plastic child’s table to the center of the room. She then scooted two little chairs to it. “We awe vewy phosisticated ladies.” She went to her closet after placing Pussface on a chair.
    “Can’t I play a sophisticated man instead?”
    “No!” she demanded and grabbed herself a big hat with a red ribbon on it. She then took a doll off the bed and began to undress it.
    “What are you doing?” he asked , fearing his assumption.
    “Like I said, we awe phosisticated ladies.”
    “How old are you?”
    “Thwee.” She held up four fingers.
    “Okay.” Just then he felt her stuffing the doll’s dress over his head. “Agh! I think that’s the arm-hole,” he choked.
    “Oops.” She giggled, then put it on right, Velcroing the back together. “That looks lovely, Emily.” She raised the pitch of her voice in an attempt to sound like a proper woman.
    “Thanks.” He looked down to the flowered pattern and puffy shoulders. “But the name is Pussface. My witch calls me Pusface, but it’s Pussface.”
    “Okay, Emily.” She sat across from him and smiled. “We awe having a tea pawty. We awe pwincesses.”
    “How absolutely splendid,” he mimicked a woman’s voice from England.
    The little girl giggled and pretended to take a sip of tea out of thin air. Her pinky finger was sticking straight out.
    Pussface began to follow her motion with a paw. “Where’s my pinky?! Oh dear heavens, my pinky is missing!” he joked.
    “Silly Emily. Isn’t it a beautiful day out?” She took another imaginary sip.
    “Yes, a beautiful day to play cricket. And a beautiful day to find Surla.”
    “What?”
    “Hey.” Pussface’s orange eyes opened wide. “Maybe you can help me.”
    “Help you do what, Emily?”
    “Have you seen another black cat around lately? Maybe you’ve had a tea party with another talking cat?”
    “Nope. Just