Witch Afraid of An Army of Cats

She was a tough witch until she met her new ebony kitty, Ink. He sauntered in quietly, a tiny cute ball of fur with an adorable slink. His arrogant, bossy, litter-mate siblings moved in, taking her to the brink. They began an intimidating cat circle dance. One gave her a sharp wink. This old crone had never felt this horrified or terrified in her yard before. She sensed these meowing felines taste for flesh, horror and bloody gore. Being around them made her feel scared, paralyzed, and terribly sore. As they meowed their evil cat dance, running flat out, she hit the door. These felines chased her up a mighty oak next to her house you see. They cackled and danced and transmogrified into witches scary as could be. She was intimidated until they invited her to join them for Eye of Newt tea. And they taught her to transmogrify, so now sometimes a cat she can be.