Tomtar
By Valkyrie
I yawned and stretched, narrowly avoiding hitting the gray tabby sleeping by my head. I glanced at the clock on the DVR. Two-fucking-thirty-three a.m. Stupid bladder. The cat gave me a dirty look as I rolled on my side, then sat up and headed to the bathroom. Well excuse me for disturbing his royal highness’ sleep.
After washing my hands when I was done peeing, I headed back to bed. Smokey huffed and chirped, then moved to lay with his back to me. Snubbed.