"It's a Start"

Aurora POV:

The cats were both sitting in the front window when the car drove up.

“That’s odd,” Michael remarked. “They never wait for me like that unless it’s grocery day.”

“Maybe they smell the salmon!” I teased.

He made a face. “Fat chance.”

I picked up the fish and we both went in the front door together.

“Hi, guys,” I said, wafting the brown-wrapped fish above their heads. “Hungry?”

They both started yowling, sounding for all the world like crying babies as they stood on their hind legs trying to swat the package out of my hands.

“That has to be a good sign,” I told him.

“We’ll see. Come on, girls,” he called to them, leading me through the living room and into the spacious kitchen. “I’ll get their bowls.”

He pulled them out of the dishwasher and settled them on the counter. Violet opened the brown package and split the salmon down the middle. The cats were all but climbing the cabinet.

“Here you go, babies,” I said softly, and put the fish down.

They both glanced at me with big