Life is a combination of magic and pasta.

I wish. Moonstone forgets who I am if I'm gone for an hour. All I get when I return is a hiss and a furry streak running to hide under the bed. He is getting better, though - when I go out to get the mail, he now rubs against my legs and purrs when I get back (he gets supper after I bring in the mail and the prospect of food always makes him very affectionate.)