Free BeSwitched, Paranormal Romance by Molly Snow Page A

about a missing cat?”
    “Yeah.” Fear swelled up in her body.
    What she found was not what she expected, but was as equally horrifying. Surla silently gasped. What is he doing here? Idis must have something to do with this!
    Pussface was cradled in Julie ’s arms. “I just saw fliers everywhere on my way to the grocery store. I bet its owner will be happy that I found her cat. It looks like the streets were brutal to the poor fella.”
    He always looks that bad , Surla wanted to say.
    “What’s wrong, Cathy?”
    “I think you should take it back home to its owner right now,” Surla said almost rudely.
    “That’s not what you said about Licorice.”
    “Well, this cat looks like it could have fleas. You don’t want Licorice to catch them, do you?” Her eyebrows went up in exclamation.
    Pussface looked down at his unhealthy fur. Surla was afraid that her homely cousin would see Cathy if he stayed long. That would definitely reveal her identity for Idis.
    “That’s why I’m going to give him a flea bath first, then feed him.”
    “Well you should do it fast before fleas start getting all over the house.”
    “I agree.” She started walking down the hallway toward the bathroom.
    Surla ran ahead, entered her room and shut the door before the enemy cat could catch a glimpse of her cat body. Cathy was sitting on the windowsill.
    “Cathy,” Surla whispered.
    She turned around and saw the seriousness in her blue eyes. “What’s the matter?” Cathy whispered back.
    “Idis is very close to finding us. My cousin is with your mom in the bathroom getting a flea bath.” Surla talked faster. “If he sees me, or ‘you’ I should say, then I don’t know what will happen, but it will be bad.”
    “What should we do? Should I hide somewhere?” Cathy’s fur stood up on her back.
    “Yeah, that’s a good idea. They’ll be leaving to take Pussface back home to Idis soon , because she thinks he is me. For now you can hide in…” She looked over the almost bare, neat room.
    “How about the closet?” Cathy said.
    “All right.” Surla slid open a door and Cathy walked in positioning herself behind a stack of shoe boxes. “Don’t make any noise.”
    Pussface had a feeling he was on the right track. He was in the home of a girl named Cathy, whose name he remembered being said the other day by a girl talking on the phone. That girl had mentioned how much Cathy had changed. Also, Cathy was acting very strange when he just saw her.
    Cathy’s mom was stretching some yellow gloves over her hands. She poured in the flea bath and ran warm water. This was the moment Pussface would have to endure. He liked his fleas. They were a part of him. In a way, he enjoyed scratching and feeling dirty. In a moment, that freedom would be gone. In fact, he hadn’t had a bath in such a long time, he forgot how it felt.
    “Okay, Surla. Come on.” He was lifted off the toilet. Pussface wriggled around, fighting the hold, but stopped suddenly, knowing from experience, it was not worth the fight. Humans are much stronger than cats. He would just have to face his fear: cleanliness.
    “Gosh, with the name Surla, you would think you were a girl, wouldn’t you?” She scrubbed his fur around his neck. Muck, dirt, and dandruff was turning the water brown. It felt as if he had lost some weight. I am actually feeling better , he thought.
    “You are really dirty.” She refilled the sink. “You aren’t anything like the cat we found a while ago, except for the black fur.” She had just let the cat out of the bag, figuratively speaking. Now Pussface was almost positive Surla was living in the house.
    She probably was in that girl Cathy’s body . His fur was the shiniest he had ever seen it. The nice lady began to dry him off with a towel. If only there was a way I could stay here longer so I could see the cat this lady told me about. Then I would know without a doubt .
     
    “Where are my keys?” Cathy’s mom frantically looked all