As you turn around to leave, the sense of foreboding crests above you like a wave of dread ... and then you know only blackness.

You come to, some time later, and scurry to the safety of the hole in the walls, four little feet just pattering lightly on the dusty floor. The others might be brave, but your whiskers tremble -- you scented a cat. A cat -- the witch has a cat as a familiar, and there's no way you're leaving the safety of the walls again, not even for all the cheese in the world!