Mom sailed into the room and went straight to my closet.
“Why are you hiding wine in your closet?!”
“I’m not hiding it. I buy bottles in case I need wine for parties.”
She groped a purple dress on its hanger. “What’s this?!?”
“A shirt. Why are you poking around in my closet?”
She turned to me. “I had a dream that you were hiding our checkbook in your closet. We order checkbook. They haven’t come in the mail yet.”
“Are you hiding them in your closet?”
“Yes,” I said. “Why would I hide your checkbooks in my closet?”
“It was in my dream,” she replied.
“Ever been to Jiufen?” I asked Mom.
“You should go! It has a nice view of the sea. It’s supposed to be the city that inspired Spirited Away. And they have the best gweh I’ve ever tasted - your favorite, with taro and the green one with radish or whatever the chewy stuff is.”
She looked skeptical. “How did you get there? You don’t speak the language.”
Two orange tabby brothers followed us home in December. They lived with us for five weeks, snuggling, wrestling, running around like madmen and punching each other in the face, until their owners saw our “found” signs (which had been posted in front of their house for weeks).
Chupa misses them a ton. They shredded furniture, ate my expensive paintbrushes, pawed wet paintings and shoved my brush around whenever I painted, but they were cute and soft fuzzballs.