Chapter 30

Every reunion with my cat is an event worth recording; a tear-jerking scene typical of the kind of movie where the heroine runs through green meadows, wild flowers blooming all around her, losing her straw hat to the wind a second before the camera zooms in on the valiant hero riding up on a white charger. Finally home after having proved his honor in some sort of Augean task, he sweeps her off her feet, reunited forever; enemies dueled, wars fought, deadly demons and witches finally trapped in the roots of ancient trees, until the next fool comes along playing a flute and trips, unleashing hell once again.

No matter if it's only for a day or an entire week, Peridot dives into spastic fits of joy every time I return. I'm always afraid he's going to die on me, overjoyed.