Another morning like any other. Yawn, stretch, roll around a bit. Eventually you grab your phone to text your girlfriend good morning, but when you open your eyes to find it, you're instead greeted by Moka, your Goodra, curled up in your bed right next to you, your phone in hand.

"You're not gonna be needing her today, master," she says with a chuckle, and tosses it backwards. She pulls herself closer to you and... god, she's just so warm and so soft and squishy...