If he could have blushed he would have. It was just that embarrassing. “Thanks Tasha,” he said as he quickly bounded away. He didn’t mind the help. Not really anyway. It just sucked being so small, especially when the larger cats started talking about him as he trotted across the wood table. Would his sorcerer mind that he was so small? Certainly boys preferred big, powerful cats like Tasha. Well, not like her exactly since a boy couldn’t have a girl familiar. But still, something big. And powerful.
Something unlike him.