Meanwhile, in the sitting room behind The Olde Country Store, Tiger stretched lazily on the back of a chair. At this time of night, he should have been roaming around searching for mice to chase and bugs to bother, but he already keenly felt the loss of Madam Lawrence even though she had only been gone for less than a day.
The cat was grooming his front paw when something across the room made all his kitty hair stand straight up. As the pet of a once powerful witch, Tiger had seen more than his share of strange things over the years, but he felt that the past week was really pushing it. The poor thing had never spent so much time hiding under furniture in all his life.
Apparently, the streak had not ended yet. Tiger bolted from the back of the chair for his now all-too-familiar spot
