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problem is that I have trouble hearing when I’m in human form, because it’s so hard to make that transition that I usually hear nothing but ringing in my ears. By the time it subsides, I’m back to being a feline. I’ve seen Penelope say things to me and lean in like she wants to hug me, but then I’ll be gone before anything can happen and I didn’t hear her actual words.
    Thank God, though. It’s like that scene in Back To The Future when Lea Thompson tries to kiss Michael J. Fox because she doesn’t know she’s his mother . I’m okay with a peck here and there, but a woman coming at me with an open mouth in any form creeps me out. Ick and double ick. I love Penelope with every inch of my body, but she’s my owner and will never be my lover.
    Trouble is, Dr. Luke should be that man, and because of her teenage fantasy about the dark, handsome stranger that keeps popping in an out, she’s looking for love in all the wrong places. For a witch, Penelope has a lousy sixth sense.  I need to start sleuthing out what’s going on with her lack of powers and lack of good judgement. Those things should be getting stronger as she gets older but they’ve been pathetically weak of late.
    “You’re all done, you wickedly handsome man.”
    My favorite groomer, Marjean McIntosh laid down the dryer and then gave me a tuna flavored soft treat. Delicious. I always knew I was her favorite.
    “You can head on out to the reception area to Penelope, Tali. The door’s open to the clinic.”
    Apparently, she knows I’m smart, too, and I don’t need a crazy kitty carrier. My comrades should just calm the hell down. When they hiss, growl, scratch and carry on, it gives all of us a bad and undeserved reputation.
    “Oh, Tali! You are the most gorgeous kitty ever to walk the face of the earth,” Penelope gushed as she swung me in to her arms and inhaled deeply of my freshly washed, floral scent.
    She was about to carry me outside to the car when Dr. Luke appeared behind the counter holding Walter’s file. He cleared his throat and looked down as if he were fascinated by his expensive, Italian loafers.
    “Hi Penelope.”
    Pen kept me close to her neck, and we walked toward the desk where, Anne Marie, Dr. Luke’s long time receptionist, had wheeled her office chair out of the way as she pretended to look through the file cabinet.
    “Hi, Dr. Collier,” Penelope replied as she blushed red from the roots of her hair to the tops of her manicured toes. Would these two fools ever get out of their own way?
    Dr. Luke glanced up and then quickly looked away. Almost like continuing to stare at the woman he’d been in love with for years would cause his eyeballs to melt out of his head.
    “Penelope, I asked you to call me Luke, remember?” he prompted. “We’re old friends and you’re my best and most loyal client. With all the business you bring here yourself and all of the referral business, I can’t even thank you enough.”
    “I know that’s what you said but I feel so funny calling a doctor by their first name,” Pen explained. “Even if we are … friends.”
    Penelope’s voice sounded strained, and she cleared her throat of some imaginary frog that lingered there.
    “I’m sure about it, and there’s no need to feel strange. I feel weird when people call me Doctor Collier. That was my dad before he passed away and left me this practice. Please … from now on. It’s Luke to you,” he implored as he handed Walter’s file to Anne Marie. “Penelope, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
    Oh, God. Here it comes again. The big set-up for the big let-down. I only wish my powers included being able to cast a love spell on these two ignorant morons. Unfortunately, the only powers I possessed were telepathic with other animals and humans and the ability to occasionally morph into human form in an emergency. I can't make humans do my bidding. I glared at Pen, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t break this