The Skeleton Becomes a Cat Dad - Chapter 97: A Purrfectly Spooky Surprise
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The crisp autumn air swirled fallen leaves around Bartholomew Bones's bony feet as he strolled through the graveyard. His usual nighttime patrol was made even more charming by the company of his three feline companions: Midnight, a sleek black cat; Jasper, a ginger tabby with an adventurous spirit; and Snowdrop, a fluffy white Persian with an uncanny ability to find the warmest sunbeams. Bartholomew, the surprisingly affectionate skeleton, loved his quirky cat family.
Tonight, however, felt different. A peculiar energy thrummed in the air, a subtle shift in the usual graveyard calm. The usual comforting sounds of crickets and rustling leaves were replaced by an almost imperceptible humming. Midnight, ever vigilant, arched his back, his fur standing on end.
What's causing the strange humming noise?
The humming intensified, growing into a low, resonant drone that vibrated through Bartholomew's very bones (literally!). He consulted his trusty, slightly dusty, grimoire – a gift from a grateful ghost – but found no mention of humming necromantic phenomena. Jasper, seemingly sensing Bartholomew's confusion, rubbed against his leg, purring louder than usual, a comforting rumble in the eerie atmosphere. It wasn't a threatening humming; it was more... inquisitive.
Is there a new ghost in the graveyard?
The humming led them to the oldest part of the graveyard, where ancient, moss-covered tombstones leaned precariously. There, nestled amongst the crumbling headstones, was a small, glowing orb, pulsating with the same humming frequency. It seemed to be emitting a soft, warm light, casting long, dancing shadows on the surrounding stones. Snowdrop, normally cautious, crept forward, sniffing the air with curiosity.
Could the orb be dangerous?
Bartholomew, despite his skeletal nature, felt a strange sense of anticipation. He cautiously approached the orb, his bony fingers extending towards it. As his fingertips brushed its surface, a wave of energy surged through him, momentarily blinding him with a brilliant white light. When his vision cleared, he saw... a kitten. A tiny, adorable, fluffy grey kitten, blinking up at him with wide, emerald eyes.
What kind of magic is involved?
The kitten, as if sensing Bartholomew's presence, let out a soft, almost inaudible meow. The humming ceased. Bartholomew, the graveyard guardian, cat dad extraordinaire, now had four feline companions. This unexpected addition, born from a mysterious glowing orb and a hum of unknown energy, added a touch of purrfectly spooky charm to his already unusual life. He smiled, a genuine, heartwarming smile that reached his surprisingly expressive empty sockets. Tonight, the graveyard felt less spooky, and more… complete. The new kitten snuggled into his bony hand, and Bartholomew knew this was the beginning of another heartwarming chapter in his life as a skeleton and cat dad.
(To be continued…)
