Still, one quiet afternoon, I decided to try it.
I cleared a space in the living room, made sure she was nearby, and then slowly lowered myself onto the floor. I let my body go limp, turned my head to the side, and held my breath just enough to look convincing.
Then I waited. At first, nothing happened. Luna stayed where she was, sitting near the window, tail curled neatly around her paws. She didn’t rush over. Didn’t make a sound. She just watched me. Seconds stretched. Then she stood up. She walked toward me slowly, each step deliberate, like she was evaluating the situation rather than reacting to it. My heart actually picked up a little—I didn’t expect that. Maybe she did care.
She reached my side.
Paused.
Leaned in slightly…
And then—she sniffed my face once, turned around, and walked away.
