Not The Cat You Think I Am... (PAFP, FxF)

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    I was more than a little surprised at the hug and the flood of warmth in my chest at her happiness. I didn't get hugged very often. "Uh..." I sat there stiffly, unsure of just what to do at that moment.

    I let go, and chuckled. "You don't get hugs often?"

    My remark was just a slight chuckle. "Welp... That's sad."

    I looked down, a little embarrassed. "Anyway," I said, trying to change the subject, "Do you have any clothing smaller than this?"

    "Yep!" I told her, handing her a small box of my old clothing.

    [Gah. Imagination and thought process come back to me.]


    "Thanks." I got up and went into the bathroom, changing into a tank top that was a little bit too long and the smallest pair of jeans I could find in the box. Then I came back to the couch, yawning. I was still tired.

    "Go on, sleep all you want..." I told her, going to the kitchen to make pancakes.

    [Sorry. I guess my brain took that to heart.]


    I yawned again, then, when she got off the couch, curled up and fell asleep. I barely took up half of it.

    *Le done w/ P-cakes!*