Noah's perspective

As I was about to head out, Happy was circling my feet like he didn't want me to leave.

What the heck, I'll just bring him to the project meeting this time.

But wouldn't you know it, the cleaning lady forgot to shut the door, and Happy bolted. I was freaking out.

After searching high and low, I spotted a young gal feeding him from afar. He was even cozying up to her hand.

You gotta understand, he usually doesn't let anyone touch him. What kind of magic does this girl have?

For crying out loud, Happy! You've got $100-a-bag cat food at home, but you're scarfing down this cheap-o sausage? And you're scratching me? A few bites of sausage and you're sold?

Go figure, she turned out to be an intern at my company. Her eyes were so bright, just like Happy's. And when she smiled? Sweet as pie.

Happy liked her.

I liked her too.

I kept my promise to her, canceling a bunch of meetings to catch the earliest flight. Tom even helped me snag a cake ahead of time.

When she saw the car keys, she looked a bit confused, so I used Happy as an excuse real quick.

I shouldn't have let her drink. Her alcohol tolerance is nothing to write home about, and she's a messy drunk, talking nonsense.

Happy came over to nuzzle her, and she swatted him away, saying, "Ew, all slobbery, you're gross!"

Then she wiped her hand all over my clothes.

I tried to help her to the bedroom, but suddenly she was hanging off my neck, saying, "Happy's dad, why the long face? You not happy?"

She was hanging on so tight, I could barely walk straight, let alone get her to the bedroom.

So I just scooped her up.