Disclaimer: I don't own Roger, his awesome plaid pants, or Mimi. Or Tom and Jerry.
Roger yawned like a cat, stretching his arms out in front of him as Mimi snatched up the remote from his lap. She began to flip rapidly through the channels, though there weren't that many to select from to begin with. Neither of them had been able to get to sleep, so without exchanging any words, they decided to migrate to the couch, where they sat now, holding each other and staring blankly at the black-and-white television. "Hmm," Mimi drawled vaguely, stifling a yawn as well. "Nothing on but infomercials and old cowboy movies..."
"Gimme," Roger murmured childishly, slipping the remote control from her limp and unsuspecting grasp and pressing random buttons.
"I was still looking," Mimi whined, holding her hand out even thought she knew Roger wouldn't give the clicker up without a fight. "Rogerrrrr, it's miiiine. Give meeee."
"Go back to bed," Roger snorted, changing the channel from a Lysol commercial to a wrestling match to an infomercial with twin midgets telling the audience to attend a seminar on how to become a real estate agent. He put the remote down, seemingly interested.
Mimi seized the oppertunity to grab back what was rightfully hers in the first place, accidentally changing to the Spanish channel, which had some cross-dressers chasing each other around a stage. She listened intently for a few moments, but an irritated groan from Roger prompted her to quickly change to another channel. Roger pouted, and though it would take so much more than a frown to convince her to give up the remote, she did admit to herself it was cute. Especially since his hair was tossled carelessly from just waking up, plus he was wearing his plaid pajama pants, which she occasionally mocked him for owning though she secretly found them to be oddly attractive. Still, she held on strong, and when she didn't surrender the remote, Roger whimpered like a beaten dog. "Those midgets are the best thing we're gonna find at 3:30 in the morning," he moaned, purposely falling sideways into her lap.
She shoved him off playfully and closed her eyes, clicking buttons at random. Orchestra music blared out, startling her, and she opened her eyes as Jerry the mouse peered out of his hiding place, a desk drawer, only to find himself surrounded by three mischievous kittens. Mimi laughed a little; the mouse reminded her of Mark, though she didn't voice this thought aloud. "Hold up," Roger said quickly, lest Mimi decide to change the channel again; he began making himself comfortable. "I haven't watched this show in a while."
"I love this show," Mimi said, resting her head against Roger's shoulder with her eyes locked on the television screen. "For some reason, the kitty reminds me of you."
"Ha ha. But you know that cat's not as smart as me."
"Or as cute," Mimi said tiredly, stretching her right leg out and rubbing the side of her face against Roger's arm.
Roger smiled wearily, covering his mouth and yawning once more before wrapping his arm around Mimi's shoulders and holding her tightly against him. The tom cat flew around on a cart, dropping pies and watermelons like bombs on the three little kittens below. Two kittens ducked while the third unintentionally swallowed the watermelon, becoming round and oval-shaped. Mimi chuckled softly as the cat chased the now normal-sized kitties. "Wasn't that one little peach kitten just shaped like a watermelon?" Roger wondered out loud. "And now he's perfectly fine. Like he could digested it just like that. Like they think nobody'll notice."
"Only you would, Roger," Mimi mumbled, closing her eyes. "At least, you're the only one who'd point it out."