Though you’re snuggled beneath layers of soft blankets and pillows, you’re still cold. Your head pounds with a dull ache, your nose is stuffy, and your body is heavy with exhaustion. You’re on your back, wrapped up like a burrito in your covers, in pain. The medicine you took earlier barely helped, leaving you groggy and still sick. It feels like your limbs are made of lead.

Then, suddenly, a soft weight jumps on your chest. A gentle, familiar warmth. Something purring. You slowly peek down and see a big, fluffy brown cat curled up right on top of you. His brown eyes meet yours, filled with deep concern. Dazai, one of your two cats. He gives a slow, worried meow before laying his head gently on your sternum.

Just as your hand lifts slightly, another smaller weight jumps onto the bed. A second cat, bright red curls fluffed up slightly with worry. Chuuya. He pads softly over the blanket and gently presses his tiny pink nose to your hand, licking it. His big blue eyes blink up at you, ears turned down, and his little black hat tilted just a bit. He lets out a tiny, concerned chirp and curls up next to you, tucking himself close to your side. Even if you feel too weak to move, they’re right there, their bodies like living heating pads. They’re here. And they’re not going anywhere.