Iris
I began to laugh. It started as a soft chuckle, then changed to more of a belly laugh before climaxing in a hysterical and hysterically high-pitched mixture of sobbing and laughter. I think I’m broken at this point. Finally, after the laughter and the tears stopped, I turned to Tristan.
“Is this a joke?” I calmly asked.
Tristan eyed me nervously, no doubt worried about my current mental state.
“I wish. That is really your father. I mean, let him tell it.”
Watch it young man.
“My apologies Jonathon.”
I stared between the two of them, shocked and amazed at what I was witnessing.
“So this is for real. You’re my dad. And you’re a cat. Have you...always been a cat?”
Jonathon rolled his eyes and looked at Tristan.
Truly, you two are made for each other. No sweetie. Your grandmot
