"The evening sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the living room as your wife, Paoline, busily chopped vegetables while watching your children. Her long, furry tail swished lazily back and forth behind her, a sure sign of contentment, occasionally furling around the chair, or brushing against the children when they ran by, squealing with delight at some game they had invented." "Mom! Look!" Emmy giggled. "Ella and I can do handstands!" "The girls had been taking gymnastics classes, and were now able to do supported handstands. They couldn't kip up, but they could help each other up and hold it together, as they were gleefully huffing and puffing to show their mother." "Wow that's so nice, girls," "Paoline said with a smile. It was only the 16th time they'd shown her today."