Epilogue – MELODY
Balance Must Be Maintained
Let’s get one thing straight.
They think they found me. Wrong.
I found them.
It was a typical Manhattan afternoon, and I was three licks away from polishing off a day-old kebab wrapper when I saw her.
Librarian. Kind eyes. Smelled like printer ink and mild anxiety.
But he—he was the one I chose as my person from the start. Tall, rugged, and radiating leather and unresolved trauma.
They were perched on a bench like a romance novel cover with feelings.
I knew.
Call it instinct. Call it a sixth sense. Call it the ghost of a thousand catnip dreams—but I saw the chemistry, and I pounced.
Literally. Right out from under that bench.
She offered a hand. He opened his mouth. And just like that—boom. Sparks.
They thought it was chance.
It wasn’t.
You think I was starving on the street? Please. I had at least three pigeons in my sights and a backup dumpster behind the Thai place. But the moment I saw them, I knew my job: Make them work as a team. Make them share a goal. Make them fall in love.
I stuck around, of course. Gotta supervise the slow burn.
I comforted him through the heartbreak. I yowled at him when he was being a dramatic idiot. I napped strategically in places that forced emotional conversations.
And now?
We live in a penthouse. I have a custom cat tree, my own playlist, and a baby human who smells like milk.
They’re over the moon. Max sings to Isla like it’s opening night for Storm & Silence. Nora reads bedtime stories like the baby’s already got a library card.
I’m just trying to nap.
Also, they keep making… noises.At night. On the couch. In the kitchen. Once in the library. I have notes.
Still, I guess I love them.
Max sneaks me tuna. Nora lets me sleep on her belly and whispers, “You’re the best big sister.”
Sometimes, when they’re curled up on the couch with Isla, Nora’s head on Max’s chest, my tail swishing between them—I think…
Yeah. I’m home.
Still gonna knock something off the shelf at 3 a.m., though.
Balance must be maintained.
—Meowdy out.
THE END.