I understood what she was saying - and I agreed - but it just felt right, and I wasn't really bothered about how fast we were moving. We were definitely moving fast.

"Okay, Quigley," she told the cat. "Mommy's gonna go with Alex and probably spend the night again. You keep an eye on the place, okay?"

The cat looked at her as she spoke - like he understood every word. He bumped her jaw with his forehead and climbed down. He went to the other end of the couch, curled up, and closed his eyes. I scratched his head - between his ears - but he didn't seem to...