Isabelle yawned and stretched, then relaxed once more.
She felt a bit lazy.
Laying in bed felt nice, even if her husbands were all in the other room.
She hummed to herself, eyes closed, and simply for the fun of it, she made little meows.
Or, her best version of those, anyway.
This. Was not a dream.
She was not a cat.
She just felt a little silly.
One.
Two.
Three.
On the fourth, her attempt at a mew was interrupted by a curious Snowball sticking his snout up against her mouth.
She sputtered and laughed opening her eyes. "Hey you silly little fluffball. Good morning~"
Snowball sniffed the air near her and began licking her nose, purring softly and rubbing against her face. "Mrrrr..."
She couldn't help laughing as her furry little boy rolled onto his back and started rolling around on top of her, still purring and rubbing his scent all over her, obviously intent on marking her as his mama and cat owner.
Adorable.
