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    ~~~Dimitri~~~
     
     
    How is it that I have been in this place for a month now with no sign of my family or pack? I’ve asked myself this question every morning since I got here. You would think that by now someone in my pack would have figured out where I am. Hell, even Mave hasn’t bothered to show up looking for me. I thought for sure that she would be the one person to come to see if the vet had killed or neutered me, but I haven’t heard a word out of her. At every opportunity, I’ve called out to her. Tried the few summoning spells I know. Either she can’t hear me, or she is ignoring me. My money is on the former. I’m sure that if she knew I was still alive, she’d have come to finish me.
    My escape attempts have been futile. That first night I tried to sneak out the door when her sister arrived with her kids, but the oldest boy grabbed me. I got stuck in her basement once, after sneaking down there when she left the door open, thinking it would have a way out. There wasn’t an exit. I had to meow at the door for an hour before she came looking for me.
    She laughed at the sight of me, then said, “I bet you won’t go down there again, will you?”
    The situation wasn’t at all funny.
    I haven’t resigned myself to this place, but for now, I’ll have to make do. Without my powers or any way of contacting my family, I’m stuck.
    On the plus side, I’ve gotten to know the woman who has temporarily adopted me. Her name is Abigail Sinclair. She works from home, which means she is always here. And I mean always. That is another reason why my escape attempts have failed. I can’t make a move toward the front door without her noticing. It’s annoying because I never have any peace from her.
    Okay, truth be told, the woman isn’t all that bad, and she really is quite beautiful. She’s actually funny, something I would have never guessed, considering she seemed so quiet when I first met her. Her loneliness makes her a nuisance to me. I guess she is annoying to Sebastian, but since he can’t speak, not even telepathically, I don’t really know.
    Yes, I’ve tried to have a conversation with the cat. Abby isn’t the only one lonely and in desperate need of a little companionship. Unfortunately, there is nothing special about Sebastian. I sound like a crazy person, I know. The truth is a small number animals, as well as humans, have some supernatural abilities. I’ve had conversations with dogs, wolves, deer, and even a few rabbits. I’ve had most of these conversations in my wolf form and mostly we’ve discussed food or exchanged safe places to roam away from humans. I’m not sure why certain of these otherwise mundane animals have these abilities, but they do.
    My first vet appointment was two days ago. I have to get out of here before I have to go back. The entire visit was supposed to entail a bunch of shots, but she had to go and open her mouth about my antisocial behavior. Now they are insisting I take antidepressants. Antidepressants for cats, whoever heard of such a thing? Luckily for me, Abby isn’t keen on the idea. She promised Dr. Smith that she would watch me for another month or so to see how I’m doing before she decides.
    “It isn’t that I can’t afford the medicine for you, sweetie,” she told me when we got back to the house after that visit. “I’m not sure if I want you on any needless medications. I’m not a big fan of resorting to medications for every little thing. If you don’t get any better in a few months, I will consider giving them to you. Meanwhile, I want to do some research on your breed and the medications.”
    She still hasn’t given me a name. She appears to feel awful that I have been here this long without one, but she can’t seem to find a name she likes. Katie, her niece, wants her to name me Sparkles, which I threw a visible fit over. The fit was embarrassing to throw, but I wanted her know how much I was against the name.
    My reaction drew a