"Oh, Studmuffin," I called in a sing-song voice. "Guess whaaaa-aaaat?"
With my finger hovering over the computer mouse, I turned from my laptop to look for my familiar. I peeked under the kitchen table then toward the living room. Where was that fluffer-stinker? Surely he would know what I was doing and what I was about to do. He'd been pestering me about it for days.
"Studmuffin?"
Behind me, the softest little thud sounded. I whirled and nearly fell out of my chair. There he was, levitating four feet off the ground and peering over my shoulder.
"Studmuffin, will you please answer me when I call you?" I screeched.
"Shh. I'm reading." He pointed his paw at the screen. "You misspelled gargantuan. It's with a t."
"I did?" I turned back to my laptop. "I did. Why is that such a weir
