Well, it’s nice someone finally asked ME about MY day. Katie usually gets all the attention. Not that I don’t love her to death, of course. I mean, she is my witch. I tracked her down as soon as it became apparent she was going to finally discover her magical heritage.
Maybe I should back up. I’m Katie Lightfoot’s familiar. Thank goodness she’s allergic to cats because that meant she needed an adorable little canine like me. Not that a dog was the only other option. Besides Honeybee the cat and Anubis the great Dane, there’s a parrot in the coven — Heckle is SO obnoxious — and now a newbie ferret familiar. But Katie needed me.
Mungo is a Scottish name that means “most dear”, and Saint Mungo is the patron saint of Glasgow — and King Arthur’s uncle. Pretty high falutin’, huh. Katie wanted a Scottish name because I’m a Cairn terrier, and that’s where my breed originally comes from.
But all breeds are wolves at heart. Katie had a chance to find that out recently. I might look little, but I can sure pack a wallop when it comes to magic.
I spend most of my days with Katie. She’s a ridiculously early riser, sometimes getting up at three or four in the morning. I can roll with that because I get the chance to nap a lot during the day while she works with her Aunt Lucy and Uncle Ben in the Honeybee Bakery. I stay in the office most of the time, since Katie says the food police wouldn’t like me helping out in the kitchen. She says that like I have opposable thumbs or something. Still, I might be able to help with the extra magical touches she and her aunt add to their yummy pastries, being a magical sort of dog, but Katie only lets me come out to the Honeybee’s reading area sometimes.
So anyway, I get up with her at o’dark thirty, and she makes me breakfast. I rather like eggs. And bacon of course — but sometimes she makes French toast — there’s always day-old bread around when your witch runs a bakery. Sometimes she give me oatmeal. As long as she sprinkles on a few peanuts I’m fine with that once in a while. Besides, there’s always second breakfast at nine or so. A bite of buttery scone, perhaps, with a smidgeon of Tasso ham, or …
What? I have a tiny stomach. It requires more frequent meals. It’s science, people.
After (first) breakfast, I guard the house while Katie gets ready for work. I like to guard from the settee in the loft so I can catch up on my soaps from the day before. Call it multi-tasking. Most days I jump into her tote bag and she buckles me into the passenger side of her Volkswagen Beetle for the ride from our midtown carriage house to downtown Savannah where the Honeybee Bakery is located. She’s very safety conscious with that seatbelt thing, but there was one close call that convinced me she’s right.
The days I don’t go to the bakery, which is pretty rare, I get to spend all day long with my soaps and lots of snacks. Bliss.
Either way, the bakery closes at five and most days Katie comes home to work in her gardens. Then I get to run and play in the yard, sometimes with the twins that live next door. After that I roll in the grass, drink from the stream that runs across the corner of the backyard, or doze in the gazebo until Katie is done and ready to make my dinner.
Sometimes Declan McCarthy or Steve Dawes comes by. I love love love Declan. And he loves Katie. Steve’s okay. He loves her, too, I guess. But Declan plays tug-of-war and fetch and brings me food he’s cooked at the firehouse. Steve never does any of that.
Katie practices her Craft on a subtle level all day in the bakery. It’s called hedgewitchery, and it’s all about the magic in herbs and spices and sometimes food. In the evenings she practices the other kinds of magic the ladies in her coven — they call it the spellbook club — have been teaching her. So before bed I help her with spells for divination, or using color or flower magic, moon magic, tarot cards, stuff like that.
Then a little bedtime snack and I hit the sack while Katie reads or surfs the Internet.
It’s a hard life, I know.
You can read more about Mungo in Charms and Chocolate Chips, the third book in the “Magical Bakery” mystery series, published by Obsidian. The first book in the series is Brownies and Broomsticks. Books are available at retail and online booksellers.
Thanks to Penguin, I have one (1) copy of “Charms and Chocolate Chips” to give away. Leave a comment to be included in the giveaway. Contest ends November 23; US entries only per publisher’s request.
Meet the author
Bailey Cates believes magic is all around us if we only look for it. Having apprenticed with a master herbalist for a year, she’s prone to concocting teas and tinctures for family and friends from the stash of herbs stored in the corner cabinet in her office. Charms and Chocolate Chips is the third Magical Bakery Mystery, and she’s working on the fourth, Some Enchanted Eclair. Bailey also writes the Home Crafting Mysteries as Cricket McRae, and has a standalone western mystery as K.C. McRae. For more information about Bailey and her books please visit www.cricketmcrae.com