The sun slides across a soft quilt. A little cat stretches on the rug. Everything is quiet.
The little Scottish Fold kitten raises one paw. Twitch-twitch go his whiskers. He hopes.
Tinkle-tinkle goes the wind chime. No hand reaches down. Pippin waits.
Pippin hops onto the rug. A thread dangles from the chair leg. Swish-swish.
He bats at the thread. It swishes away. His ears droop a little.
Pippin pads to the door. Meow. The house clock ticks. Tick-tock, tick-tock.
He sits back down. His tail curls around his paws. Tick-tock goes the clock.
Then — a hand appears. Warm and gentle. Pippin looks up.
The hand scoops him up. Pippin's eyes go wide — then soft. He fits right in.
Pippin nestles close. He feels a steady rhythm. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Purr-r-r goes Pippin. The light flickers on the wall. Warm shapes dance.
Pippin closes his eyes. He is home. The house hums softly.