Peace
As Sissel curled up in his lap with a contented sigh, Yomiel's attention shifted from scratching behind her ears to the room around him.
And more importantly, to the people around him.
His fiancee Sissel (they still had yet to decide on a date for the wedding, though both wanted it to be as soon as possible) chatted with Lynne and Kamila. Seeing as having two Sissels got confusing, Kamila had taken to calling the cat "Sissy" and his fiancee "Sis". Sis, as she was now known, had adored the nickname, and everyone else had just taken to calling her that as well (even him, which had led to Lynne pointing out the awkwardness in referring to your own fiancee as "Sis").
Inspector Cabanela and Detective Jowd seemed to be animatedly discussing a case... or maybe just their favorite TV show. Whichever it was, Lynne could overhear them, and would occassionally interject to make a comment or ask a question.
Missile, for his part, was happily dancing around the room and barking, as he so loved to do.
Yomiel let out a sigh of contentment himself. These moments of peace, surrounded by those he had come to love, were something he treasured dearly.
Alma came in from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready!"
Missile barked happily. "Food! FOOOOD!"
Sissel jumped off his lap as he made a move to get up and follow everyone else into the kitchen. Her paws padded softly after him.
"Amazing, isn't it?" he asked. "What fate can have in store for us."
Sissel purred in agreement.