Watchcat Collette looked up from her guard post towel yesterday. "Yes, I recognize you," her eyes indicated. "You're my guardian, and I've seen you walk by more than once today. Still, I have to make sure it's really you." After a careful study of my face proved that I wasn't an impostor, Collette allowed me to move freely throughout my own residence. This didn't bother me, as I knew she was just doing her job:
