Dad shot me a wide-eyed look. "Studmuffin?"
There was no time to explain. My familiar leaped into the air toward Dad. His cape, which was my blue bath towel with a dryer sheet still stuck to it, waved out behind him. He gripped one corner in his little kitty mouth.
I had no idea what he was doing or what he was planning. All I knew for sure was that my familiar was soaring right for my dad's head, the claws in his white murder mittens on full display.
Time slowed. Without thinking, I dodged in front of him to protect my dad. Except my foot snagged on one of the couch's legs. Soon, the coffee pot and I joined Studmuffin's flight through the air. We sure could've used some air traffic control, though, or some quick-thinking with a levitation spell.
Too bad. I dropped faster than Stud
