Premises: Some ungodly hour of the night, the bedroom.
Characters: Lemon the cat (aka. Her Majesty the Queen, in royal italics), and myself the pathetic sleeping human.
– *groan* Whaddyawant?
– We wants attention.
– Holy shit, Lemon. It’s like two in the morning. Which is definitely not morning.
– Fine, then. We wants under the covers.
– Fine. Whatever. Come on in.
– We wants to lie on your chest.
– Have it your way.
– Gah. Now what?
– We wants to stick Our whiskers up your nose.
– Purr purr purr purr…