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Many things needed to be done and Kalif was not getting them done anytime soon. Why would that be, some may ask, but they should be asking the white cat that was currently Kalif's quill as he wrote across the parchment. Now that Nicolette was no longer pregnant, she was able to go into her animagus form. She was able to go into it whenever she wanted now. I hope she falls pregnant again so that she stops this crap, thought Kalif harshly as he slammed his quill onto the desk. "Do you mind? I am trying to get some work done before I become Patriarch." Kalif shook his head and he sighed. He bottled his ink, and waved his gloved hand, as the papers and all went elsewhere. How is it that he, a huge Death Eater that could take out an army of Aurors - so to speak - be tortured by a little kitten? Then again, this cat happened to be his wife too, which perturbed him on many levels, yet it was a weakness that he could throw in her face too. Kalif reached toward the cat, and grabbed her by the body. It was good that she was a small cat, and he said to her, "Seriously, go be a cat elsewhere before I throw you across the room."