When they came, it wasn’t like thunder or lightning, they were just here.  On the street, in the market.  It was almost like they were always among us: integrated, but very, very different.  But dogs didn’t like them, or cats.  None of the “domesticated” animals liked them.  There was a growling and hissing that was almost constant until six days ago when we all woke up and Rover and Tabby were nowhere to be found.

Yesterday morning I heard a little boy asked his mother when Sunny would come back.  One of them heard.

I didn’t see him outside today.