The Meowing Welcome Committee.

We arrived home late last night—just after 2300 hours, exactly as the transport captain predicted. We docked with our orbital platform, disembarked, and finally stepped back onto familiar ground.

Ranih let me stop by to check in with my colleagues on the late shift while she beamed down with our luggage. She promised not to activate Jodo until I got there, which felt like a fair compromise.

All was well in my absence, and James had managed not to get himself into any trouble. Mildly disappointing, really.I beamed down about thirty minutes after Ranih. 

While we were away, Jodo’s program had been running a simulated cattery, so when we finally activated him, he was ecstatic. He meowed almost nonstop for over an hour, weaving around our legs like he was trying to fuse himself to us.

Once he settled, we headed to bed and left the unpacking for the morning.Most of today has been spent doing exactly that—sorting, tidying, and getting ourselves back into home mode—until it was time to meet James and Jean at their place for dinner. 

Now it’s late, we’re finally home again, and both of us are back to work tomorrow. Plenty of catching up awaits.

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