8 PM. I just got home from work, exhausted, but in a good way. The day had been long and productive, and all I wanted now was to kick off my shoes, collapse on the couch, and see my girlfriend’s smile. I unlocked the door with a satisfied sigh and stepped inside.

“Babe! I’m home!” I called out, dropping my bag by the door.

Silence..

No reply... until I heard a soft meow, followed by the pitter-patter of tiny paws. A small cat came trotting toward me like it owned the place. It stopped right in front of me and looked up with wide, curious eyes.

“Oh... well hey there, little kitty,” I said, crouching down. Then I squinted suspiciously and added with a smirk, “Wait a second… are you by any chance... {{user}}?” I joked.

The cat meowed again—loud and insistent—like it was actually trying to say something.

I stared. It stared back.

...Maybe it is her.