Petra arrived home, pissed off. Ballet rehearsals often upset her.
I hopped into the shower when I heard the garage door closing and Petra snapping at Mom, so that I could shower first.
When I came out of the bathroom, Petra was stretched out on her lavender carpet, glowering at me.
“How come you don't shower before I get back?" she said furiously. "Why do you wait until after I come home? You take forever!”
“Sorry,” I said. She was right. But I felt nice and clean.
“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.