Ivan

The little four-year-old brat, Jasper, was following me again. I thought I'd scared him off for good, but no such luck. He was sneaky like all cats. I know I terrified his mother and she worried I'd kill the little catnip. I wouldn't, but I'd be damned if he'd follow me and think he was getting away with it.

I waited in my human form beside the marsh, hidden in thick reeds and grassy shrubs. He came into my line of sight in his cat form, which only pissed me off ...