“I,” she paused dramatically, “am not sleeping on the couch. I have a perfectly good bed, and you are welcome to wrestle the cats for your share of it. Assuming they bother to appear. I think they think you smell funny.” As if on cue, a very large, fluffy, seal-point and white cat squeezed himself out from under the couch, sat down, and scratched an ear before fixing the two of them with a very blue gaze.
Victor chuckled and planted another kiss on her shoulder. “I think they’ll be willing to give up the space for me.” He looked up then to see one of said cats staring at them. “What’s this one’s name? Looks very nice.”
“That’s Helios. He’s a Ragdoll.” Summer made kissy noises at Helios, who disdained them magnificently, flopping out on the floor and turning his belly up. “Oh, /someone’s/ a stinker.” She rolled her eyes at Helios. “Um, you said something about breakfast? I, um, kinda don’t have any breakfast foods in the house. I’m not really a morning person.”