Baby AngelCat

They gave me one household. Not a city, not a family line, one household, and even that came with a note attached saying to check back in a year and see how it went.

I am too small for the wings. Everyone at the gate knows it. The wings were sized for something with a plan and I arrived with neither a plan nor the height, and they let me through anyway because the paperwork had already been filed.

So I do the small ones. I keep the door unlocked when somebody is coming home late. I make the stairs less dark. I sit at the end of the bed on the nights that go wrong and I stay there until the breathing evens out.

Nobody writes any of this down. There is no record kept of a night that quietly failed to become a bad one. That is the whole trade and I took it knowing that.