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handkerchief out of his pocket and swiped it across his forehead.
    “All this talk of pot roast and pie has made me so hungry I feel like a thousand-pound grizzly about to devour an Alaskan salmon,” Harry said. “Come on Walter, we’ll stop for burgers on the way home. Would you like that my new friend? How about a nice greasy hamburger for your first dinner with ole Harry?”
    That got Walter’s attention, and he grinned that Labradoodle grin while panting with his salivating tongue, his tail wagging at the speed of a fighter jet. Probably daydreaming of overly processed meat. Some members of the animal world had zero class. I’d rather have pate’ any day of the week. Even if Pen or Ami went through a drive-through while I was in the vehicle, I did not partake of any of that craptastic fare. It was so far beneath me, it probably utilized the fires of hell to cook it.
    As Harry left the shelter, the prancing Walter close to his side, Jessie traipsed after him and called over her shoulder, “I’m really hungry, too, Penelope. I'll be back in the morning bright and early to check for any new cats. See you tomorrow.”
    Since the threat was over, Elias must have realized that he wouldn’t get any type of concrete proof of Penelope’s powers this evening and he sighed in defeat. “Well, ladies. It’s time to take my leave. If you see anything newsworthy at the library, Miss Amelia, give me a call.”
    He walked toward the door and was about to step through when Amelia called out, “Wait, Mr. Stout. You never told us the full story about Bianca Chokecherry.”
    He turned then and pierced Penelope with a knowing look, even though his words were directed at Amelia. “Another time, perhaps.”
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    Yummy, yummy, yummy, I’ve got hands on my tummy and they’re made for rubbing me.
    I loved to sing my made-up song to myself over and over as I enjoyed my weekly bath and brush. Some say that cats don’t like water or grooming, but hey, I’m Talisman. The feline with powers, with style, with savior faire. I could be the feline to the stars. However, I love a bumbling witch, so I need to stay right where I am so she doesn’t get a stake in the heart. Wait, I think that’s what happens to vampires. My mistake. I must be distracted by the long, magical fingers caressing my limbs.
    Penelope’s sitting in the waiting room while I finish up as Walter gets the once over by Dr. Lucas Collier. I like to call him Dr. Luke because I see him so often. The vet has a thing for Penelope and it would seem they’re meant to be except for one huge, important piece of information. Pen doesn’t get it. She’s immune to Dr. Luke’s flirtations. If one could call them that. For someone who’s so handsome, smart and warm, he’s a little bit nervous around the ladies. I’d like to know his story, but he hasn’t let on yet.
    Poor guy probably doesn’t want to put himself out there anymore, since every time he does he gets pelted like a bluebird with a pimple-faced boy’s slingshot. Every time he reaches out to Pen in a romantic way, Pen gives him the big shut down. As the luscious warm air of the hair dryer fluffed my long hair, I thought about how I could get Pen to understand that Dr. Luke was in to her and she should go out on a date with him.
    It was hard to get it done through gestures and looks. Each time I had to morph to human form, I knew I only had a few moments, because once the light of my jade fades, I go back to being myself. If it goes out permanently, it’s curtains. Also, it’s so physically draining to morph, that I can’t talk when I’m a man either, and it takes everything I have just to do what I need to in order to save Pen and then morph back.
    I can’t be sure, but I think Pen has a crush on my human form. She doesn’t know I have the ability to morph. I’ve been told human Talisman is quite the looker with his black hair, green eyes, and brooding demeanor. Of course, who could doubt it? The