The ride home was quiet, Luna resting in her carrier beside me. Her eyes, usually so lively, seemed to mirror the overcast sky. I parked the car and carried her inside, setting the carrier down gently on the living room floor. As I opened the door, she stepped out cautiously, sniffing the air as if confirming she was back in familiar territory. I watched her, trying to see beyond the surface, to understand what her actions were truly communicating. My phone buzzed again, another text from my sister, “How’s Luna? Everything okay?” I hesitated, then typed back, “Not sure yet. Could be stress. Need to watch her more closely.” I set the phone down and turned my attention back to Luna. She had settled into her favorite spot by the window, gazing outside. I sat nearby, observing her, determined to learn this new language. The vet’s words echoed in my mind: “Cats communicate in subtle ways.” I had always thought of Luna’s bites as playful, but now they felt like a mystery I was only beginning to unravel. I leaned back, letting the day’s events sink in, aware that this was just the start of a deeper understanding between us.
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