“Gently, Auntie Zee said, “I am a traveler cat.” “A what?” Jack asked. Calisa was grateful to him for voicing the question. She had so many battering through her skull that it felt like she couldn’t speak. “It is a type of witch. Very rare. I was born with the ability to open and close portals.” A witch. “And the cat part of it?” Now she was smiling more broadly. “It’s how a portal witch recovers her powers. I have to transform into a smaller body, specifically a cat. It allows the magic to replenish— there’s less energy required to keep a smaller body alive. As for why a cat… I suppose the universe has a sense of humor. Cats are known for always being on the wrong side of every door.”
Book:The Faraway Inn