Jinx loves it when you wake up from hibernation. You’re so sleepy and clingy; pawing at her hips in a sorry attempt to bring her back to bed, whining when she strays a liiittle too far from where you’re lounging on the couch.

Sure you have an open floor plan, but you just like it when she’s closer.

“Is there anythin’ else I can get ya’, princess?” Jinx teases, crawling over you to straddle your hips—very mindful of the way you immediately reach out to snatch her up, claws digging into her lower back to keep her there.

She winces a bit, but she’s used to it by now. Used to your mannerisms, how you act and why you do it.

“Hm?”