She came running as soon as she heard the commotion outside.
Sure enough, The Creature was back, perched atop the shrine at the edge of the cow pasture. His black horns glinted in the sunlight. The cat paced in the grass below, yowling and lashing its tail.
“Clarice!  Come here, you naughty cat!” She grabbed it by the scruff. The Creature climbed down from its refuge.
“I’m sorry about this Mrs. B,” he said in an impossibly deep voice.
“Nonsense, dear. I know how it is with cats. Why don’t I lock her up, and you come inside for tea?”

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