‘Very rare,’ Fran said. ‘They invented them for fairies years ago. Because fairies campaigned to be allowed to have the same pets as witches. But the a load of fairies got eaten by their normal-sized cats, who mistook them for flies, and so a witch named Fifi Fluff invented the micro cat – a spell shrunken version of a regular cat.’
And Oliver was gone. I wasn’t sure whether it was the worst evening of my life so far, or the best. I’d spoken to Oliver! Actually had a conversation with him! And there was a way to spend the whole of the holidays with him! All I had to do was acquire a farm. I’d certainly have to put in a lot of babysitting over the next few weeks.
‘What about a pigeon-deflecting helmet?’
Connor was leaning back in his chair with a biro in his mouth. ‘That covers points seven and eight.’
‘No, it doesn’t. Putting on a deflecting helmet wouldn’t cure my fear of pigeons. It would just keep them away from me. I sighed. Don’t assume I didn’t already think about that one.’