At first, Luna kept her distance, mapping the house’s acoustics and the patterns of sunlight. Kona treated the new family like a new skatepark—testing edges, claiming favorite spots, daring Luna to join. They clashed over playlists and the thermostat, negotiated shower schedules, and fought for the last slice of pizza. But friction softened into companionship when they discovered a shared refuge: the attic, a dusty room of old trunks and string lights.