soft sentence starters: “You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”
[tweaked the prompt for maximum fluff; Cottontail is my invention, a little white cat that K&P find either in Buttercup’s later years or after he dies; she is much more cuddly than Buttercup, as you will see; Perch and Pillow credit you @arainydream]
I wake up early, as I always do, and check to see what kind of day it is going to be.
The nest is all warm and there are several perfect pools of sunlight for dozing in later. I raise my nose and I smell birds and mice in the garden outside the open window. Any other day I’d be eager to chase them, but not today, because after my check I have determined that it is going to be a cuddle day.
Cuddle days mean lots of cold chicken and lots of scratches and lazy conversations. I have no idea what my humans are saying when we chat, but I’m good at figuring out how they feel - and that seems to work fine.
I stretch my paws out and twitch my tail and yawn and look for Perch and Pillow.
I call her Perch because she is good for standing on to get a view, even though she is short. We go on adventures together. We bird watch together. She is my best friend.
He is Pillow because he is soft and good for feeling safe. We splash the colors together. We make treats together (I am good at making prints in the cookies). He is also my best friend.
I go to find my place between them up at the top of the nest, where I sometimes sit to protect them from the night, but they’re not there! I yelp in surprise. Today is a cuddle day! Where are they?
I hop from the nest and scamper down the stairs, calling loudly for them. My ears perk up when I hear Pillow, making that funny tsk tsk noise with his mouth. There they are! On the front porch. I bound over to the screen door and Perch opens it for me as I raise a paw to swipe at it.
She says something I don’t understand, but it sounds happy, and involves my name, Cottontail, as she scoops me up. I purr and rub my nose against hers, chittering at her as she sits down on the porch swing.
You’re not in the nest! I tell her as she coos nonsensically back at me. I came looking for you!
Pillow sits beside us and I bump my head against his big paw for pets. I don’t think they’re listening to me anymore. They’re carrying on a soft human conversation over my head, but Perch’s paw strokes my fur and Pillow will make us breakfast soon. I tuck my tail to my nose. This is still shaping up to be a perfect cuddle day.
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