Morgan jumped to her feet, intent on chasing the cat to retrieve the stolen object. She called out for the little thief to stop, but it was too late. Misty was long gone.
"Darn it. I"m never going to get that back from Misty without a fight,” Morgan said, stamping her foot. “She has a new hiding spot that I haven"t discovered, and I"m still looking for the barrette she stole from my dresser yesterday."
Before Meredith could answer Morgan, there was a pounding at the front door. The insistence of the sound took Morgan by surprise. It wasn"t the casual knock of a friend coming to call; this sounded urgent. Morgan turned back to her aunt"s shimmering form, intending to tell her she"d be right back, but Meredith had disappeared without a word.
"Great, now I"ve got two playing disappearing
