Sunday morning arrived with clear skies after two straight days of rain. Sunlight spilled across the apartment living room as Ava carried a basket of clean laundry from her bedroom, humming quietly to herself.
Oliver, the apartment complex’s unofficial mascot, was already waiting outside the sliding glass door.
“You’re becoming spoiled.”
The orange tabby meowed loudly.
“I know.”
She slipped outside with a small bowl of food she’d bought specifically for him weeks ago.
“Don’t tell anyone.”
Oliver purred as if accepting the agreement.
“You’ve got a good thing going.”
“He usually does.”
Ava turned to find Chloe watering the potted plants along the patio.
“You encourage him.”
“I absolutely do.”
“You realize he’s adopted us.”
“I think we adopted him.”
They laughed together before
