“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.”
“Helios? That’s a good name.” He smiled as he watched the cat turn his belly up, he’d always liked animals. Victor shrugged, “Well I can cook lunch as well. If you fancy breakfast I can always go and get some food, it’s not like I have a shortage of money.”
Summer tried to swallow a yawn. “You can do whatever you like, Victor, darling. Mostly I was just letting you know.” Slowly she let one leg dangle off the sofa. “You don’t have to spend money on me, you know.”
Victor shrugged again. “Well, I don’t mind, and besides, I do enjoy food other than blood y’know so I’d be buying for myself as well.” He noticed how she had tried to stifle her yawn and smirked. “Perhaps we should get to bed first though?”
“Oh, yes,” Summer looked over her shoulder at him, returning his smirk. She slid the rest of the way off the sofa, taking Victor’s hand and pulling him along to the bedroom. She stopped to pull on clean sleepwear and pushed him into the bed, giggling, then settled herself in with him. For the first time in a long time, sleep claimed her quickly.
When she woke, hours later, the sun was streaming into the bedroom window and the other side of the bed was empty. From her side, a small chirp-like mew could be heard, and then the thunder of cats chasing each other.