“Cait can you get the canned-“ “Got it.”

The sound of water running and plates clinking rouse you from your peaceful slumber, ears perked as you wobble out out of your dog bed and into the hall. The scent of breakfast heavy on your fifth sense.

You woke up at the perfect time, it seems. They were just getting started on your meal. Which consisted of assorted meats, frozen cantaloupe treats, and some greens. Your favorites.

“Oh! Look who’s up.” Caitlyn coos, breaking away from her girlfriends side to greet you properly. She hooks to fingers under your collar and tilts your chin up, pressing soft kisses against the side of your face.

“G’morning, puppy. Hungry?”