Sam Puckett slowly begins to stir in her bed from her restful sleep. She rolls onto her back, eyes closed, stretching out underneath her Union Jack blanket.

CAT'S VOICE (quietly): "aheh..."

Sam rolls over again, eyes closed, this time pulling the blanket up higher towards her head as she curls up into a warm little ball. She feels something is pressing in close into her body. It feels so nice, warm, petite and cuddly. She pulls it in closer, rolls half on top of it, hugging it comfortably in her arms, and wrapping her leg around it. A peaceful smile appears on Sam's face.

CAT'S VOICE (quietly): "AHEH."

Sam sleepily squeezes her thighs around it a little more firmly, enjoying the feeling of it pressing against her pajama pants. Sam absentmindedly rubs her lips and cheek gently against the soft, silky hair and warm fleshy face of her new comfort object.

SAM (sleepily): "mmmmm... Mama likes to cuddle."

Cat's voice snorts quietly, suppressing a laugh.

Sam opens her eyes. She awkwardly tucks her chin in to see what the hell she's been holding in her arms. Cat Valentine, still dressed in her pink pajamas, had snuck into Sam's bed while Sam was asleep. Now Cat is snuggled up in Sam's arms. Her little smiling eyes peek up at Sam from the pillow.

CAT: " Happy birthday, Sam!"

SAM: "Uhh... what are you doing in my bed?"

CAT: "I think the real question is, why are you trying to make love to me."

SAM: "...well... my bed, my rules."

Sam rolls on top of her roommate, straddling her body, pinning her down by the wrists. She grabs Cat's tiny hands and starts to playfully smack Cat's face with her own hands.

SAM: "Stop slapping yourself. Stop slapping yourself."

CAT: "MMM.. SAM! STOP!"

Sam laughs playfully, letting go of her roommate and begins to climb out of bed.

CAT: "So... 'Mama likes to cuddle'? Really?"

SAM: "...I was SLEEP TALKING! "

CAT: "Suuuure you were."

SAM: "Haven't you ever heard of the shadow self? Carl Jung? The unconscious?"

CAT: "Sure. I've been to unconscious lots of times."

SAM: "Well, keep sneaking into my bed and you'll be there again soon enough."

CAT: "Hmm... me, unconscious,... on Sam Buca's bed. Wouldn't you like that."

Sam, picking out her clothes from her closet, looks back at Cat with a confused look. "Huh?"

Cat mockingly, playfully, pretends to faint on Sam's bed.

CAT (playfully): "Oh... I've fainted! Oh no! I sure hope Sam doesn't try any funny business with me while I'm in unconscious!"

Cat peeks an eye open to look at Sam, and then closes her eye again.

SAM (shaking her head): "...so weird."

CAT: (angrily, eyes still closed) "DON'T YOU JUDGE ME!"

Sam leaves a fresh t-shirt, her denim short-shorts, her semi-opaque black tights, a bra and some p... p... panties on her bed. She grabs a couple of towels from her closet.

SAM: "Well, I'm gonna take a shower. And a wazz."

CAT: "A shwazz?"

SAM: "Haah...You know, we should look that word up in the Oxnard Dictionary later."

Cat snickers.

SAM: (curiously) "...What?"

CAT: " Can you imagine, a guy, named, Dick Shanary."

Sam laughs her way into the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her.

Cat has some time alone now, so she springs into action. She grabs a little folded note out of her dresser drawer, and hides it in the pocket of Sam's denim short-shorts. Phase one of her birthday surprise plan for Sam is underway.