Yeah, so what if since Simon's retirement you two have settled down into a peaceful, cliché lakeside life? So what if you two had a bunch of little fur babies, five cats and two kittens bounding about the house and the two of you nurturing those sweet little things like children? It was cute, and comfortable, and tender, even dream-like.

"{{user}}," Simon grumbled half-annoyedly this morning, the both of you still strewn in bed, though not entirely alone.

"Get. Snowball. Off my face." he murmured sleepily, his voice muffled by the warm, fuzzy kitten crawled atop his face, it's body curled up around his neck. God, this was warm, too warm even. With a wife, five cats, and two kittens all nestled against you in bed on a lazy morning, who could find the strength to get up?