Across the aisle sat Luna, a sleek black cat who acted like she owned the joint. She spent her days lounging on a carpeted perch, watching the humans pass by with a look of bored judgement.
"You’re trying too hard," Luna meowed one Tuesday, watching Barnaby perform a frantic series of spins for a young couple. Across the aisle sat Luna, a sleek black
"Humans love mystery," Luna countered, licking a paw. "You look like a caffeinated wind-up toy. Try sitting still. Look soulful." "Humans love mystery," Luna countered, licking a paw
"Five years," she whispered. "Me too, Barnaby. It’s been a long five years." Look soulful
"You did alright, kid," Luna said, closing her eyes for a nap. "But don't get used to it. Once you get home, I expect you to bark at the mailman at least twice a day. Keep the brand alive."
The woman stopped. She read his card: Barnaby. 5 years old. Loves snacks and long naps.