- Oh, now you're in a hurry, kiddo ... See you later, aunt, and please don't leave the key in the door. Agent Medo already told me that the next call for help because of robbers will be ignored.

After the sound of the car starting and departing, the entry light goes out and the key is turned on the red wooden door. There is only the feeling of emptiness interrupted by the buzz of TV ads of perfumes and watches as a guaranteed and unoriginal proof of affection on Valentine's Day.

- The curious thing is that it already is the 14th, specifically the night of the 14th. I am very sure that couples are already celebrating their love instead of looking at this magic box. Or has modern times also affected dating? - murmured Mrs. Irene. - Always running, they are always running. I don't even know how they get there on time ... - she continues now about her nephew and niece. At the same time she softly puts her hand on the cat's neck and goes down the back till the end of the tail - One day things go wrong and then I have to do some explaining again. I went down there once, Migui, I don't feel like repeating the experience. Our Queen is beautiful… so is the King… and the Blue Palace? The most beautiful there is for sure... but I don't want to go back again.

As he was woken up again, and this time because of the woman's caress, the feline gets up and stretches by arching his back and then the tail. Still unhappy with the result, he puts his paws forward with his back in a reversed arc and stretches again looking at his owner. Satisfied, he sits down, runs his tongue over his right shoulder, and jumps off the couch walking towards the backyard door. Mrs. Irene smiles and follows him to the small kitchen window. Every day the same ritual.

- See you later, kitty. Behave…