The two cats chased each other round and round, full of energy and ire. They knocked over vials and broomsticks, scattered herbs, and even tore up the toadstools.
The witch was frustrated with her familiars, but no matter what she tried, the two cats kept chasing each other around.
She tried asking her fellow witches if they had such trouble with their familiars, but always got the same answer.
"Of course not, I only have the one!"
She just couldn't understand why the other witches were content with just one familiar. When hers weren't chasing each other, they did great work helping her collect potion potion ingredients and with casting spells.
Perhaps dealing with their crazy game of chase was simply the price she had to pay for two familiars.
Crash!
Then again, maybe there was a spell that would stop their behavior.
Crack!
Or at least make her belongings less fragile.
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