Chapter 2.1 (by Grace)
Edgar’s fur seemed to grow and make him seem twice as large. With an angry growl, Edgar demanded, “What do you mean there are no such things as cats?!”
That was Rowena’s cue to step in before Edgar became so upset that he ate one of the birds. Or worse, threw up in one of her shoes. Again.
“Edgar!” Rowena sang his name, “Won’t you be a dear and help this poor creature –” Rowena looked at Fiona, no, Penelope.
“Her name is Chelsea,” supplied Penelope with a weary sigh.
“– Chelsea back to the back? She seems a bit dazed. I’ll take care of our newest guests from here. Thank you, dearest,” Rowena cooed to Edgar.
Edgar shook himself out and then set Eric and Horatio on the arm of the chair. He chirped at Rowena and then sauntered over to Chelsea.
Rowena walked over to the wrens and then flashed back to her bird form.
Horatio immediately began chattering away angrily, “Tiny! What is going on?! WHAT IS THAT THING?!”
Edgar hissed angrily from the table but continued to groom Chelsea.
“Horatio, please calm down!” Tiny/Rowena pleaded. “I’ll explain everything, but please stop insulting Edgar.”
“But Tiny,” Horatio whined, “he said he was a cat!”
Edgar bristled and started growling.
“Shut up, Horatio!” Eric whispered fiercely, “Let Tiny talk and stop making Bi– I mean Edgar angry!”