Noraleigh Sergio: The Woman Who Mistook Her Cat for a Witch

By Noraleigh Sergio

I have always been a bit of a cat lady. I love their soft fur, their playful antics, and their ability to make me laugh with their silly antics.

But one day, my love for cats took a strange turn.

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was howling outside, and the rain was coming down in sheets. I was sitting in my living room, reading a book, when I heard a scratching at the door.

I opened the door, and there was my cat, Mr. Pickles. He was soaked to the bone, and he was shivering.

I picked him up and took him into the kitchen, where I dried him off with a towel. As I was drying him, I noticed something strange.

His fur was standing on end, and his eyes were wide and staring.

I looked closer, and I saw that his eyes were glowing red.

At that moment, I realized that my cat was not a cat at all.

He was a witch.

I screamed and dropped him to the floor.

The witch cat hissed at me and then ran out of the kitchen.

I chased after him, but he was too fast for me.

I ran outside, but I couldn't find him anywhere.

I went back inside and called the police.

When the police arrived, I told them what had happened.

They laughed at me.

They said that I was crazy.

But I know what I saw.

My cat was a witch.

And one day, he's going to come back for me.

Epilogue

I never saw the witch cat again.

But I never forgot what happened that night.

And every time I see a cat, I can't help but wonder if it's really a witch in disguise.