"Another day ... Oh, I do not wish to rise ... Do, I have to Elliot?"
A soft purr sounded from her lover's pillow, but it was not he. It was a calico kitten, a few weeks old with amber eyes. He blinked at her, before cuddling back into the feathered pillow with a flick of his tiny tail.
"You're right, sleep is better. For a growing child that is."

