Evie cat has, in the past, had magical qualities. She followed Bri home one night and shrank herself to the size of a kitten. Our hearts melted and we took her in. The next day she had returned to her full-grown size, but we let her stay anyway. Perhaps her magic has worn off. Yesterday morning she coughed up one of her teeth. If she were still magic, the tooth would have been gold. Instead the tooth was a rotted bit of bone.
