Dorothy rocked gently back and forth in the golden light of the early morning sun as her chair creaked in time with the floorboards of her front porch, snagging and looping yarn with the ease of experience.
Cait, her grand-daughter, would be back soon. She’d been out all night again as was the wont of girls her age, no doubt hanging around the local cemetery and enjoying the intoxicating effects of her favourite herbage.
She heard something soft land on the edge of the piano, and glanced up to see a black cat which paused mid-stride for a moment, narrowing its eyes momentarily by way of greeting. The cat stood on its hind legs and strolled gracefully across the keys, growing larger as it morphed into the form of a naked young woman.
“Been at the catnip again have we? I told you about that stuff.”
“Yes grandma, I know.”