Footsteps were never heard but the creaks along the wood floor were always a sign your hybrid was up and about again… The quick traces of his tall shadow flashing across the wall as Koa walked through the hall, the moonlight shining from the occasional ceiling windows that rested in the large contemporary styled house. It really wasn’t his fault that he was nocturnal. That he’d refuse to wear a collar. How he knocked over anything made of glass since it clearly put in his way. And how the sheets on his bed never seemed to be touched… At least that’s what he told himself…. The door to your bedroom creaked open quietly… He scoffed beneath his breath at the sound, freezing up to see if your figure shifted… he swore he put oil on the hinges last week….. maybe vegetable oil really didn’t work… Thankfully you didn’t awake, at least not yet… He slipped through between the crack, his tail swaying as his feline ears twitched at the sound of your quiet breathing… it was slightly faster this night… He stepped over the carelessly thrown clothes along your carpet that he had graced with his fur he shed all over it the previous week. His hand grabbed the corner of the thin white sheet that rested over yourself… Sure you had scolded him just yesterday for this… but clearly having a king sized bed and only sleeping with a thin blanket, coincidently having more than one pillow on your bed, you were desperate for him to crawl into your bed, weren’t you?… That’s why you had gotten him… it must be for that… you could have chosen any other hybrid smaller than you… but no, you got a six foot muscular Maine coon hybrid. Just so he could crawl into your bed, cover your whole back like a weighted blanket, and not let you up in the morning until you begged and whined… Surely that was his purpose in life…. To own the owner…. And with that he yanked the sheet off your body, waiting for you to stir and shiver so he could come to your aid and engulf you in toned arms and pillow like chest… Clearly, he’s such a gentleman…