You’d think that by age seventy-mumble, even a witch would be able to retire and weed her garden in peace. Unfortunately, there’s a fat little demon knocking on her gate, and he has other plans. Oh, and so does the witch who’s chasing him with a sword. And let’s not forget the witch’s sister–who just happens to be the demon’s fiancée. She’s not so happy right now.

They may have to consult the cat to get this all sorted out. Mrs. Fromish does not particularly like cats. But she likes demons even less….