After a glorious, decadent, but still vegetarian meal at Dirt Candy (who knew there were so many ways to make a beet, or a carrot, delicious?), we slog through the storm home. Katie calls her mother while I take apart and clean an electric fan that seized up right before the hottest part (so far) of the summer, and for a while I am surrounded by fuzz and dust and screws and motor parts and dirty cotton swabs.
After I put the whole mess back together and am pleasantly surprised to find it works, I finish getting ready for bed, turning the lights out through the rest of the house, when I notice a little light trickling under the door of our sometimes elusive roommate.
"Looks like our other cat is home," I say to Katie, as she swipes through pictures of her niece online.