“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.”
“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.”