Betty was not having a good time.

  Some kind of flu or head cold had hit her hard, harder than hard, and she was now curled up under covers feeling sorry for herself. There was a soft padding on the floor beside her, and she turned her head to see her cat.

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  Her five elements cat. A creature of strange and ancient power. Could it possibly possess some secret spell to battle her illness?

  The cat hopped up on her chest and fell asleep l

  "Oh well," she sighed. "Regular cat magic is good too."