Contact
After falling asleep at God knows what hour, Adrian was irked when he was roused by caterwauling outside his bedroom door.
He knew he should have gone with a kennel.
With a sigh he got out of bed and headed for the bedroom door. He opened it to reveal the experimental lynx kitten standing behind it. The kitten gazed up at him, letting out a plaintive mew.
"No," he told her. "You are not sleeping with me." Picking her up, he firmly set her down a few yards away from the bedroom door. She stayed where she was, watching as he headed back for his room.
He had just shut the door behind him when he heard another yowl.
"Bubastis," he said as he opened the door again. "If I give in now, you'll expect me to give in every time."
She stepped halfway into the open doorway and started rubbing herself up against his legs. Adrian had to remind himself that it was just a way of marking her territory, not a show of affection. Nor was it cute in any way, shape or form.
"Bubastis…" he tried again, but was interrupted by a last, pitiful mewl. That was all it took for him to surrender. "Alright, you can sleep with me. But just this once."
Resigned to the inevitable, he led the way back into the bedroom and rearranged himself under the covers. Bubastis followed suit with a jump onto the bed, though she quickly lost her footing and flopped sideways onto the pillow.
"Graceful little furball, aren't we?"
She responded by merely yawning in his face before curling up beneath his chin. His slight annoyance at her antics aside, the contact felt rather… nice.
"Remember," he whispered, though whether it was to the kitten or himself is hard to say. "It's just for tonight."
She snuggled up closer.
It should come as no surprise to anyone that the promised one night lasted much longer than expected. Least of all to Bubastis.