Elizabeth’s POV
(Four years later)
I was standing at my office window, watching a tabby ginger cat get ready to pounce on two small birds having a bath in the fishpond. First, I wanted to warn the birds of the danger not too far from them, when a bigger bird called from the trees, warning the birds of the danger, and the two birds flew off towards a tree.
The two birds were looking down at the cat and were chirping fiercely at it. They seemed upset and were now scolding the cat. The cat swayed his tail in annoyance. The saying: If looks could kill, crossed my mind. It made me smile at them. I did feel sorry for the silly cat for losing his breakfast, though.
“Luna,” my attention was broken from the scene, and I hesitated to turn towards the door. I was more interested in what the tabb
