Friday, October 19, 2012
by Kari Lee Townsend
"Boo!" Morty hisses out a suspicious laugh. "Gotcha," he continues. "That's right, it's me, Morty. Bet you are wondering if it's me who's doing the talking. Maybe it is, or maybe not, but I'll never tell, or will I..."
You're staring at him, scratching your head, and thinking your mind is playing tricks on you. You can hear him, but his mouth isn't moving. His lips tip up ever so slightly at the corners, and it looks like a smile.
But cats can't smile, can they?
That's the thing. No one knows for sure. Not even his housemate, Sunshine Meadows. We can't really call her his owner, because everyone knows, it's more like he owns her.
This time of year makes us all wonder...what exactly is Morty? He's so mysterious. Jet black eyes, snow white fur that almost looks as if it's glowing at times, and speed that eerily fast. He might eat and sleep, but it's never been seen. And he's always around at the perfect time to lend a helping paw, or razor sharp fang, when he's needed the most.
Just be sure to stay on his good side if you want a treat, because trust me, you don't want to be tricked by him...
If you don't believe me, just wait until Trouble in the Tarot comes out in March...you'll see! Just don't say you weren't warned :-)