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Day 13. Festive Ghost Orbs
"Meatball, what the fuck do you think you are doing? Thomas snarled as he caught the pudgy tabby mid-leap.
"Catching the ornaments,"was the honest answer. "Never seen ones that moved on their owns before. Wait! Did you make 'em, boss?”
Thomas sighed and released the fur-ball. "No, and you all will leave moving orbs of light
alone. I swear if any of you idiots get trapped by the fairies again I'm letting them keep you.”
"You would do no such thing and everyone here knows it,” Edwin’s voice filled the air and the orb glowed. “To be perfectly honest, I may have enjoyed the game as much as your subjects. If everyone were to agree to keep their claws sheathed, perhaps we could continue for a bit longer.”
Thomas grinned and dropped down into the sleek black cat of his current feline form. “Alright kittens, you heard your prince. No claws. Now,” he growled playfully as Edwin glowed brighter, “let’s see how long we can keep him out of the tree.”