April reached over and gave Duncan a pat on his shoulder.

"Consider these little facts an appetizer. Did you clear both of our schedules for today?"

"Yes, Madam Dancer."

"Then we will be having lunch and stories followed by more stories."

She gestured at the memorials.

"Their stories deserve to be remembered and not die when I do. Listen, remember, and share."

Duncan gave a rueful smile.

"While I fully intend to, if the stories about the cats are any indication, I'm not so sure anyone will believe me."

"All of them did live colorful lives. Putting it mildly."