Cheshire Cat Human Novels & Stories

“Uh, not that I know of. Why? Are you on some secret spy mission now?” He gave me an exasperated look. “You and I both know that if you were seen at my flat, this would end badly.” I heard a meow at my feet; a fluffy orange cat weaved around my ankles. I reached down to stroke its head. “You have a cat?” I said, rather inanely. “That’s Clurichaun.” “What does that mean?” “It’s an Irish sprite that drinks too much.” I laughed. When I bent down, Clurichaun put his paws on my knee, demanding that I continue to pet him.