Sofie Kelly and her fictional feline friends, Owen and Hercules...
The first time it happened, I thought I was having hallucinations or even a stroke. I didn’t have a clue how Hercules did it. How could a little black and white tuxedo cat walk nonchalantly through an inch-and-a-half-thick wooden door? Cats can’t walk through doors or walls, can they?
|Owen & Hercules|
As incredible as it sounds, both cats have some kind of magical abilities. Superpowers, if you will. I have no idea why or how. I have no idea if there are any other cats in Mayville Heights that can do the same thing. It’s not exactly something you can bring up in conversation. I can’t invite my friend Roma over for coffee and then say, “Oh, by the way, any of those cats at your veterinary clinic able to walk through walls? Any of them go invisible on a whim?”
I can’t tell anyone. At best I would look like a mentally unbalanced person, and at worst someone would want to know how Owen and Hercules do what they do. I don’t like thinking about what that might mean. Since I discovered what the boys could do, I’ve tried to make sure no one else finds out. Part of me keeps hoping I’ll discover some logical explanation, maybe some kind of genetic mutation, some leap up the evolutionary ladder that explains it all, because there’s really no such thing as magic. Is there?