Witches back from Retirement 2

Catlady 1606 jumped as her phone rang. “Who could that be she thought, not that moron from Kent who she accidently gave her phone number to last time she was in JC drunk.” She had given up drinking the day he called her in February 2003.

Cat gingerly answered the phone… heavy breathing hit her ear. “Hello, who is this” more heavy breathing. “Pervert” she shouted and hung up.

The phone rang again so she pulled her whistle that was hanging from her neck on a piece of elastic and answered the phone. More heavy breathing so, with all the wind she could muster she blew down her whistle.

“WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” Blonde dropped the phone and fell off the chair she had been balancing on trying to coax Rosie down from the ceiling. She was hoping Catlady might give her some tips but decided she wasn’t calling that number again. Leaving Rosie swinging, Blonde went off to find a kipper.

As soon as Blonde left the room Rosie let go of the Chandelier, landed on the floor and jumped out of the window. She was off to meet her meowmates at the back of the shed, she couldn’t wait to tell them what her crazy owner had done this morning – she was up for winner of the craziest owner of the year at this rate. First prize a fish tank, Rosie so wanted her very own fish tank with proper fish.

Down south Annette pull a curtain was supposed to be reading her spell book. She really was rusty on certain things and felt guilty as she added 14 gold chains around her neck and donned a baseball cap. She couldn’t miss the street break dancing competition though, she had been practising for weeks with wafflewords and his crew.

Snugzzz was the only good witch that day. She perspired as she stirred her black cauldron. 666 appeared from nowhere and she quickly threw her apron over the pot. As much as she loved him a man could taint a good spell just by breathing near it. “what the bloody hell are you cooking” 666 sniffed the air “Smells like someone crawled up Gordon Brown’s backside and died over a year ago in here.”

Snugzz gently pushed 666 out of the kitchen. “Ah don’t worry it will taste fine when it is ready, why don’t you pop out for some fresh air, you look a little peaky.”

666 made his way to the chip shop for some deep fried pizza. “No chance I am eating that” he thought. He was a little concerned that Snugzz had been acting strange of late, coming in at all hours, head in a funny looking black book whenever she was at home. “Ah probably the hormones” he shrugged to himself as he opened the chip shop door. He greeted the owner “How do Elvis?” . …. TO BE CONTINUED…