Mother was a witch of that I am sure because she could cast a spell
on diverse people and have them do  her bidding and oh she kept a Siamese familiar  always.
They were all called Jackie.
one
two
three.
Then she didn't. and hasn't for many years now.
I never liked her cats and they never liked me. I think there was some sort of sibling thing going on.

Not one ever asked me for a favor. No quarter asked or given.
They just faded away. One by one.
All were stand offish staring. No glaring if you will. The nature of the Siamese you say.
O.K.

Funny. I fed a stray a while back and now he wont go away. Siamese.
Three years to the day. He just wont go away.
Go figure.