In an old New England Farmhouse there lived two Black cats. They were brothers, and there names were Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

In many ways they looked just like ordinary cats, but those who knew them knew they were not. These were Magical cats of the finest kind.

Mr. Hyde was dark as the night, with a white slash across his neck, giving him a very regal look. His yellow eyes reflected a deep strength and confidence of one who was born to rule. He was noble, loyal, and true. If you ever were to get into a scrape this was the cat who would stand at your side and see that things were sorted out properly. He ruled through sheer strength and power.

Dr. Jekyll. Magical cat. Lord of the air, and the night. He of the gleaming, blinking deep yellow eyes in the darkness. Most innocent, soft and gentle, pure of heart, a delicate little thing. But Jekyll was more than this, for he possessed the remarkable ability to levitate straight upwards with seemingly no effort at all. He had once been seen to float straight up 9 feet into the air and through a sheer metal pipe without even an effort. Jekyll could open doors, and pass through solid walls.