"Day one," Julia’s voice came from behind the camera. "We found her in the lilac bushes. Hence, Lilu. She weighs less than a cup of flour, and she’s currently decided that this specific towel is the only safe place in the universe."

On the kitchen island, nestled in a makeshift nest of yellow towels, was Lilu. She wasn't a person, as Mark had first assumed. Lilu was a ginger kitten, so small she looked like a handful of spilled marmalade. Her eyes were still the cloudy blue of the very young, blinking slowly at the sudden intrusion of the sunlight.

He looked toward the living room. There, sprawled across the back of the sofa, was a large, majestic ginger cat with a white tip on her tail. She was no longer a cup of flour; she was the queen of the apartment.