I turn to head back to the house when a myriad of colorful fractals dance over my body. I glance above me and gasp. Hanging from a low branch is the suncatcher I got for Cat when I was in Paris. It sways in the wind, painting the ground in Technicolor, and my heart soars. It’s the best place my gift could have ended up. I grin and tap the cat-shaped suncatcher with my finger, watching it sway in the light. “Bye, Kitty Cat.”
