The Unfolding of Sarah

Previously

…He, the furry instigator, the tiny tyrant of her household, had inadvertently set in motion something quite extraordinary. He’d been the catalyst, the furry muse, the accidental architect of her first public poetic triumph. And as she looked at him, a strange warmth bloomed in her chest. Perhaps, just perhaps, these moments of chaos, these feline-fueled disasters, were not just problems to be endured, but stories waiting to be told. And she, Sarah, the driven executive, was surprisingly good at telling them. The gravy boat might have been a disaster, but the poem it inspired? That felt like a victory.