Who says you need a prince to live happily ever after?
Don’t believe it when they say you’ll be kissed by a prince and live happily ever after. It doesn’t always happen like that.
In fact, for me, that was the disaster of my life. I mean, can you imagine being kissed by a prince named Blandsome? Shudder. Adventure-quelcher is the least of it! Add to that the fact that his feeble little lips didn’t quite break the itty bitty spell that had turned me into a cuddly, fuzzy cat and you have a dibbly, dismal man longing for blandness with a woman who would rather hunt rats and play with his mum’s hair-balls (er, ‘pearls’ in human-speak).
It’s no wonder I ran away with the pied piper (whom he’d hired to kill all my playthings) and set off on a journey to find my fairy non-godmother (one of those Shouldn’t-Even-Exist beings that curse poor, unsuspecting royal infants) so I could demand she put things right.
Of course, I never expected to end up with a trail of cursed siblings in my wake, an army of irate fairy creatures on our tail…and a love-struck fool who just might break my curse.