She walked right past me.
Soaking wet. Dripping water across the living room floor like she’d just crawled out of the ocean. Fur matted flat against her body, tail dragging, paws leaving little puddles with every step.
My cat, Lyra, had been in the pool.
I was sitting twenty-five feet away. Laptop open. Deep in whatever I was working on. I didn’t hear a th…
