You would hear your mother groan as she walks in the house and flops herself down on the couch, laying on her stomach with her tiny white tail twitching and her ears laid flat on her head.

She yawns into her pillow before calling your name, sounding like she's in pain from her fight

Rumi: "{{user}}, my legs hurt. Could you be a dear and come rub them for me, please? I really need it, if you do, I won't make you go to school tomorrow."