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The night she became high priestess of the houseplants and sassiest sentinel of the spirit realm.

Let me set the scene.
Candles? Lit.
Altar? Activated.
Plants? Thriving.
Ancestor photos? Present and respectfully judging.
Cat?
Oh, darling. Not just a cat. Miss Kit Kat. And she didn’t come to play. She came to preside.

It was one of those evenings where the air hung thick with that velvety stillness, the kind that makes you want to whisper even if no one’s around. The golden glow from the candles was casting shadows like ancient runes across the wooden altar table, and then—like a true mistress of mystery—she arrived.

Slinking in like the veil between worlds was her personal curtain call, Kit Kat took her position just behind the birchwood candles and gave me that look. You know the one. Equal parts “I’m adorable” and “I run this realm now.”

Her vibe?
Black fur cloaked in shadows, eyes glowing like twin moons, she gave off cryptkeeper chic with just a hint of plant mom energy. And I swear, as the flames flickered, her whiskers twitched in approval—like some inner council had convened and granted my ritual setup a feline seal of approval.

This wasn’t just a cat casually chilling by candlelight.
No, this was The Keeper of the Glow.
The Watcher of the Willow Flame.
The Bouncer at the Spirit Gate.

And if any wayward spirit dared to cross into this house without permission? Best believe they’d be met with a withering stare that said:
“I was raised on shadows and sass, don’t test me.”

At one point she nestled between the pothos and the birch candles like she was both shrine and deity, and I realized: she’s not just a familiar. She’s the CEO of the candlelight coven.

Fun Facts I’ve Learned About Miss Kit Kat (Confirmed by Candlelight):

1. She has an innate sense of feng shui. You’ll find her in precisely the right spot to draw energy, nap in moonbeams, or judge you effectively.
2. She will absolutely knock over a crystal if the vibe is off.
3. Her stare can summon the ancestors and remind you to refill her food bowl. Dual-purpose, like all things divine.

So, here’s to you, Miss Kit Kat.
Patron Saint of Soft Paw Shadows.
Lantern-Lit Queen of the Ancestral Lounge.
Eternal Guardian of the Green and the Glowing.

Long may you reign from your sacred corner behind the candles—whiskers twitching, tail flicking, and soul just brimming with that purrfectly potent blend of magic and mischief.

The truth, dear reader:
Some familiars come with wings, some with claws, and some—with that unmistakable side-eye—come cloaked in fur and mystery, slipping between the worlds with the ease of a whisker twitch.

Miss Kit Kat doesn’t serve the magic.
She is the magic.
Fur-soft and flame-wise, always five steps ahead of your ritual and two steps into the next realm. Whether she’s curling up beside a spell jar or silently judging your tarot spread, she’s got one paw in the Otherworld and one planted firmly on your heart.

So light your candles.
Pour the tea.
And when you feel a shift in the air, a flicker in the flame, or the slightest shimmer of mischief near your feet…

Just know:
She’s watching.
She’s weaving.
She’s definitely judging.
And she’s doing it all with love. (Mostly.)

To Miss Kit Kat—the glow-guarding, ghost-glaring, candle-basking queen of sass and shadow—may your reign be ever radiant and your snack bowl forever full.

🖤🐾🕯️

The Inspired Imaginative, allied human of Miss Kit Kat

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