THOMAS

Thomas watched with interest as Mai Li sauntered provocatively across the lawn. Her rear end swung from side to side as she walked past, pretending not to notice him standing in the bushes. His nose was filled with her sweet hot female scent. The scent convinced him to be generous and bless her with his special kind of loving.
Custom made her pretend to try and escape when he jumped out, but not fast enough of course. Without any forewarning he grabbed her by the nap of her neck and forced her to the ground. He had ignored the token fight she put up at first and he had straddled her warm yielding body when a minor explosion stopped him.

The loud pop came from one of the burning pine logs in the fireplace. The heat had transformed a rosin pocket into steam and the wood around it exploded from the pressure. The vision of Mai Li disappeared even faster then the echo of the loud pop and Thomas was instantly awake.
Darn ol' dumb butt, cheapskate Kevin anyhow, Thomas thought. Cheap pine burning and popping in the fireplace, had ended more then one good dream. Kevin had been Thomas ' human for about three years now and was considered a dumb butt. Still it was better then having a human who tried to figure out why he didn't age. Thomas had learned a long time ago it was best to change humans every ten years or so to avoid controversy.
Thomas was a portly yellow tomcat with just visible light orange stripes. He looked soft, but underneath the layer of fat he was still a large very powerfully muscled cat. His left ear was shredded at the tip, the upper half of the right one was folded forward at a rakish angle and the last inch and a half of his tail was bent to one side where it had been broken. Many old, along with a few new, scars crisscrossed his face and chest. They didn't show much as he lay sprawled out on the rug in front of the fireplace. Laying there soaking up the heat from the burning logs he looked almost like any spinster lady's house cat.

Thomas didn't move when he first awoke, except to barely open one eye and search the room. Observing that he was alone, he went through his full stretching ceremony instead of the abbreviated version he normally used in front of humans. The corners of his mouth seemed to pull up in a smile at the pleasures of stretching. It appeared that it felt almost as good as the pleasure in the dream about Mai Li.
He walked, somewhat stiff legged, to the kitchen to check his food bowl. Well dog crap, he thought to himself, ol' dumb butt hasn't filled my bowl yet. Hey dumb butt, he hollered loudly, only it came out, "Meeeoooww," as it always did to Kevin's ears.
To Thomas' way of thinking Kevin really was a dumb butt because he couldn't understand any cat language at all after them living together for three years. Thomas on the other hand knew at least a five or six hundred words of human language.
Hey dumb butt, where's dinner. "Meeeooow, meeow," he said as he waddled, still a little stiff, into the small room Kevin called his study. It was the breakfast room before Kevin and his ex-wife got their divorce.
Kevin looked up from the computer at the sound of the meowing. "Hello Thomas. That sounds like your hungry cry. Wait a minute and I'll get a package for you."
Well I'll be damned, he has finally learned a word or two of cat talk. Oh well, I've repeated it often enough, Thomas thought as he trotted toward the kitchen. Wait a minute, a package, that means Delicate Victuals again. Oh well, at least it's better then that dry crap he used to buy.
"You know, you're getting to fat Thomas," Kevin said with a grin, "you ought to get out and chase a pussy cat once in awhile. But, come to think of it, I guess you are getting a little to old and fat to know what to do with a pussy."
I can still even lay hold of the young ones like Mai Li anytime I want to dumb butt, Thomas thought. At least female cats don't just flop on their back and spread their legs every time a male gets close, like those stinky butt hairless females you bring home.
But Thomas only thought it to himself this time. No use in antagonizing dumb butt at chow time he decided, he might have learned more then one word of cat language. However, he's going to have to pay for all these fat jokes.
"Come on fatso." Kevin said as he opened door to the pantry cabinet. He hadn't noticed that just the tip end of Thomas' tail was switching back and forth. It was almost like a whip popping. But, it didn't mater, Kevin didn't know enough about cat language to identify the cat's, "Now I'm really getting pissed off," warning signal.
Thomas pushed with his mind just a little and the carton of Delicate Victuals packages fell from the shelf and hit the floor.
"Heh, heh, look at that fatso, even the cat food's in a hurry today." Kevin said with a laugh as he bent over to retrieve the box of cat food.
Thomas pushed with his mind again, harder this time, and a can of black eyed peas with jalapeno peppers rolled off the top shelf. The can grazed Kevin's right ear and slammed against his right shoulder.
"Sheeiit Thomas, that was close. That sucker would have really hurt if it had hit my head. I guess I'm gonna have to reorganize that shelf."
You darn right it would hurt, if I hadn't been in to big a hurry and aimed a little better, "Mew meww." was the way it came out.
"Aw, you feel sorry for me don't you?" Kevin said as he opened the plastic packet and filled the food bowl.
"Here it is little fat buddy."
You dumb dog turd. Thomas thought as the tip of his tail twitched faster. Just keep up the insults, Thomas thought. He pushed harder with his mind and the broom handle slipped across the lower part of the doorway.
"Ahhhh shiitttt," Kevin screamed as he tripped over the broom handle and fell face down on the study carpet, "That stupid broom. That's the second time I've tripped over it."
"Skee, iiee." Thomas made a kind of strangling noise since cats can't really laugh. Kevin sat up and watched Thomas for a long time. But Thomas just lay with his face in his bowl and his front paws curled under him. He chewed slowly on a chunk of Delicate Victuals as he tried to look disinterested. "Naw, that's crazy." Kevin said more to himself as he got up. But, he continued the thought, I swear it seems I only have those stupid accidents when he's close by.

Thomas had been a tiny, hungry, cold kitten when Agatha found him. He was almost buried in the snow in Haggers alley behind Elder Stonecrest's house. The dead mama cat was already covered by the snow and no longer visible. Agatha almost missed hearing the tiny mewing sound he made as he tried to call his mother. Actually, she may have just sensed his tiny cry rather then hear it.
Agatha was on her monthly visit to see Mistress Mary Rose Stonecrest. She slipped down the alley to Elder Stonecrests back gate on the first Thursday night of each month. It wouldn't have done for the elder's neighbors to see a witch visit his house.
The first Thursday was the only night that Elder Stonecrest was never at home and Agatha could visit in safety. On the first Thursday he presided over the village's town meeting. Elder Silas Nathanial Stonecrest owned and operated the village general store and owned most of the village. He was president of the village council. He was also the head deacon and main pillar of the Stonecrest village church. His great great grandfather, also named Silas Nathanial had founded the village in 1753 and it was named after him.
Elder Silas' wife, Mary Rose, was also a fixture in the village church. However, she also had a strong faith in Agatha's strange powers. Agatha had foretold and advised Mary Rose about every important event in Mary's life since she was a very young and highly superstitious girl. Mary was still firmly convinced that Agatha's love charm was the sole reason Elder Stonecrest had married her.
The Elder had resisted all of the village girl's efforts and schemes to marry him. He was already thirty years old and a confirmed bachelor when Mary Rose begin her campaign at nineteen. In a way the love charm really was the reason Silas and Mary Rose married. Of course the love charm was only a visual symbol to satisfy Mary Rose's superstition. Agatha couldn't tell her that she had planted a powerful mental suggestion deep in Silas' subconscious.
Agatha Prudence Burton, you see, was a real bona fied witch, as was her mother and her mother's mother and on back into old England's long forgotten druid past.
"A witch?" You say, "Aw come on, nobody believes in witches any more." Of course they don't, that's why they aren't persecuted anymore. They changed their image to fit the times. When most people think of a witch, all they visualize an ugly old woman dressed in a long black dress. She should have a long hook nose and a cackling voice. The same with the word witchcraft. It creates pictures of a boiling cauldron in the fireplace, a round broom in the corner and a black cat (certainly not yellow cats with faint orange stripes).
That's all dog crap, as Thomas would say, it only exists in people's imaginations from books and movies. Real witches look just like the woman next door (who could be ugly of course). They wouldn't be caught dead with a cauldron unless it was sitting in their front yard planted with flowers. They wear short shorts and halters or mini-skirts and tight sweaters. Most use sauce pans on a kitchen stove, vacuum cleaners and some have dogs or cats or parakeets or even gold fish, but only because they like pets.
You see, witchcraft has nothing to do with spells and potions and animal familiars. Real witches are actually people who have, and are adept at using what we now call extra sensory perception. They have also become very adept at hiding it from their neighbors.
It is true of course, that witches can communicate with animals. However it is almost completely a process of receiving or projecting mental pictures. At least it is at first. Agatha soon learned enough about Thomas' sounds and tones and postures that she knew exactly what he was saying even without reading his mind. And she helped Thomas develop his own natural, but limited animal ESP powers.
People who don't have a pet or those who don't pay close attention to their pets don't realize they all dogs and cats have ESP to some degree. Often pets will hide within minutes after their owners decide to give them a bath or take them to the vet or they will jump up and come running, even from another room, when their human decides to get up to fill the food dish.
Agatha filled many lonely hours working with Thomas teaching him human words. After a few years he had developed a working vocabulary equivalent to that of a two or three year old child except of course, he couldn't reproduce the words with a cat's throat. And as they worked together, expanding Thomas' natural ESP she discovered he was exceptional. He could move objects with mind control alone.
Strange as it sounds, Thomas was also a natural born cat healer. With his inborn cat curiosity he soon discovered his mind could enter into his own or another cat's body.
Thomas was the feline equivalent of Edgar Cayce, the famous human healer of the nineteen thirties and forties. Cayce's mind could enter and detect imperfection in a human's body or invasions by foreign bodies such as viruses, germs and bacterium and prescribe the appropriate cure.
Thomas, however was even more advanced then Cayce because he could use his powers to actually make changes in the body tissues or destroy the foreign disease invaders in his body. In effect he could rejuvenate his aging body cells in a kind of mental fountain of youth.
That's why Thomas appeared to be a middle aged cat even though he was almost a hundred and twenty years old. He had been able to repair his body many times when any other cat would have died. He was still the physical equal of any 4 or 5 year old tom cat.
Any really good witch that knew how to use her powers efficiently could keep her body in good repair. Old Agatha had not died until 1921 when she was one hundred and thirty years old. She still appeared to be a woman of about thirty with well rounded hips, a slim waist and high full breasts.
Her powers couldn't help her after the house exploded though. The pieces of her body were spread over to large an area. The valve on the parlor gas light fixture had loosened and began leaking when she turned the light off and shut the house up for the night. The gas continued to build up on the lower floor until it reached the basement furnace about 3 hours later.
Thomas was already fifty years old when the accident occurred. It was a little after midnight and he was laying outside on the porch railing when the house exploded. He landed in a lilac bush two houses down. Actually he had just gotten home from his nightly rounds about three minutes before the explosion and should have died inside.
He thought he caught the honeyed scent of a female cat in heat and jumped up on the railing to sniff the air instead of jumping through the partially open window on the side porch that Agatha always left open a few inches for him.

After Thomas finished his supper of Delicate Victuals he walked to the back door and started working on the lock with his mind. It was very hard to line up the tops of all five pins at the same time with the top edge of the lock's plug. Then while holding them there he had to make the plug turn to unlock the door. After a few false starts he finally got it right and the wooden door swung open. The screen door was hooked, but the lower corner of the screen was loose so he could push it out with his head and slip through.
Thomas wandered in what to a human observer would seem to be an aimless path through the neighborhood. He had long ago developed the route to take advantage of the prevailing winds while he checked to see if the sweet scent of a female cat in heat was within his territory.
After he eased through the hedge into the Wilson's back yard, he stopped to sniff where Mai Li had peed a few hours earlier. Ooooee, she is gonna be ready again any day now, he thought to himself. But then, she came in heat regularly now because he had made a few small alterations in her hormone production levels a couple of years ago. She didn't get pregnant anymore, but she came in heat every month now. "Merrrrrrrr... Merrrrrrrr." He called as he walked around the yard. Merrrrrrrr, roughly translated means, "Hello baby, lover boy is here." When he didn't get an answer he decided she must already be locked up in her human's house for the night. After he finished his rounds, Thomas scratched on the back screen door until Kevin opened the wooden door.

"Thomas, how the heck did you get out here?" He didn't get an answer, but he kept talking. "I would have sworn the back door was locked and I found it standing wide open a while ago. Sometime I think this house is haunted. You don't have your own key, do you? Ha ha."
You're pushing it again Kevin. Boy I wish I could manipulate a human mind. You just don't know how lucky you are, Thomas thought again as he often had over the last three years. If you weren't such a dumb butt I'd find an old lady to live with again.
"I'm going to shut you in the kitchen tonight. I have this really hot new girl staying with me tonight and we don't need an audience." Kevin said as he stepped into the study and shut the kitchen door.
Dog crap, another one of his naked, stinky butt human female wandering around the house, Thomas thought. How can he stand having sex with them, most of 'em only have a couple of patches of hair and all of 'em only have two tits, Thomas thought as he worked on the door latch.

"Hello kitty cat." Thomas jumped a foot off the floor, at the sound of the voice, when he slipped through the bedroom door. Then it dawned on him that the voice was in his head.
What' going on, Thomas thought as he searched the room for the source. There's no body here but Kevin and that black haired stinky butt female. Kevin was a dumb butt and she seemed to be completely engrossed in what Kevin was doing to her. Kevin was on top of her and she had her arms and legs fastened tightly around his body.
What's the matter ol' Tom, haven't you ever heard a human in your head before? The voice in his head ask.
Sure, but not while she was making love. You must be a certified witch?
"Oh baby, I love you." she said aloud for Kevin as she tightened her grip on him. Well I'll be darned, you know how to think in human terms. What kind of cat are you and how do you know about witches? She thought back at Thomas.
I started learning when I was just a kitten and you can learn a whole lot in a hundred and twenty years. How else do you think I unlocked the kitchen door so I could come in here to watch 'ol dumb butt disappoint another female?
"Oooh Kevin," she said aloud and Thomas sensed her probing in Kevin's mind. Kevin's body movements grew faster. Get back. . . in the. . . kitchen, she thought to Thomas as she began breathing faster. We'll talk. . . again. . . after while.

I couldn't believe it a while ago, you were actually enjoying that with old dumb butt weren't you? Thomas though as Felicia walked into the kitchen later, wearing Kevin's shirt and a smile.
Honey, don't you know witches are just people who enjoy things like sex and ice cream and beer just like everyone else, she thought back.
Yeah, of course I know that. I just didn't think anybody could really enjoy sex with Kevin, he's such a dumb butt. In fact I could sense it when you made an adjustment in his mind awhile ago to make him go, so maybe I'm right.
Nope, you're wrong about that, she thought to Thomas as she sat down in a kitchen chair, actually I had been holding him back for about fifteen minutes to build up his self confidence a little. A few more times like that and he'll be completely convinced that I'm the only woman in the world for him.
Why would you want him to believe that? Thomas thought to her with as much amazement on his face as a cat can manage.
Because I'm going to marry him, OK? But first, how come you know about witches and all?
Thomas jumped up in the other chair and thought back, well I was found by a witch when I was a kitten and lived with her for about fifty years. She taught me to understand human talk and helped me develop my natural talent for ESP into a useful skill. She was the one who discovered I have a gift for telekinesis.
Can you move big things?
No not real big, something about the size or weight of a can of peas is pretty much my limit.

"Felicia, what are you doing sitting in here just staring at fatso." Kevin ask from where he was standing in the doorway.
"We were just sitting here getting acquainted," she said as she reached over and scratched Thomas behind the ears, "He's an old darling, I'll bet every kitten born within five miles of here calls him daddy. Just look at his scars and the confident way he holds himself. That's a sure sign of a tom cat that rules his neighborhood."
"I'll be darned, he's letting you pet him. Usually he bows his back and spits and slaps when a woman gets close.
"Shit," Kevin said and jumped back when the broom fell over and the handle rapped his bare toes, "I'm gonna throw that broom away. That thing is a jinx." Why did you do that Tom? She thought as the cat jumped down and walked over to rub against her leg.
I'm tired of his stupid insults, didn't you hear him call me fatso?
"I can't believe it, you are the first girl he ever liked. He don't even rub against my leg." Kevin said almost to himself.
"I guess he just senses that I love cats." Felicia answered as she cautiously sent a mental probe to a certain area in Kevin's brain, causing a bulge to grow in his shorts.
"Cats are very sensitive to peoples attitudes if not to their actual thoughts." She said, as she bent to scratch Thomas behind the ears again. The shirt opened, allowing her full breasts to swing free.
Kevin watched fascinated for a few moments as her breasts swayed gently with her movements, then said, "Why don't you come on back to bed honey." Then he took her hand and helped her up.
If Thomas hadn't been in actual bodily contact, rubbing against Felicia's leg when she used her mind to manipulate Kevin's sex desire, he would have never known a humans inner thoughts. Thomas had never been in physical contact when anyone whose ESP was as powerful as Felicia's entered a normal human's mind. He was amazed when his mind piggy backed along with hers as she entered Kevin's mind and he could experience a human's senses.
He jumped up and followed them when Kevin picked Felicia up in his arms and carried her toward the bedroom. He jumped up on the head of the bed and crept closer until his head gently touched her's as light as a feather. Felicia was already in Kevin's mind, faintly influencing the foreplay and he could see through Kevin's eyes and feel what Kevin was feeling. He was almost overpowered by the flood of erotic sensations in Kevin's mind as he fondled and nibbled Felicia's sensitive areas.
Then, just as he felt Kevin enter, Thomas was sudenly crushed with intense pain as his mind filled with blackness. His mind was literally ripped from Kevin's consciousness and his body was thrown to the floor.
Kevin felt a twinge in his head, but decided it was related to the erotic feelings that were overloading his brain.
Thomas still lay sprawled semi-conscious on the bedroom floor when Kevin got up later and stumbled toward the bathroom. "Look at that son of a gun laying there napping while I was having the best sex I've ever had in my life."

OK Thomas, you feline voyeur, she thought as she mentally poked him, I let you off easy that time because, maybe you didn't know any better, but I don't allow nobody or nothing to enjoy my body, even mentally, unless I invite them in.
Ohhh dog crap woman, you almost killed me. Thomas thought groggily at Felicia. What did you do to me. I just ripped a few circuits loose in your brain when I snatched your snoopy butt out of Kevin's mind. I like to have a little privacy with sex. The next time I'll rip all of the circuits out.
I thought you liked me and we were going to be friends, he thought at her. I do like you and we are going to be great friends, but only after you learn the rules of privacy.
OK, I'm sorry I invaded your privacy, it won't happen again. By the way, after seeing you through Kevins eyes, for a creature with only two, you do have great tits, he thought with a mental grin as he jumped to avoid the thrown pillow.

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