Attack of the Blanket In keeping with the comical ways of sarcasm and her flirtatious mood, Kitten, in her small fox form, pounces her human friend, Jesse, as he sits in front of his computer on the floor. Laughing, he picks her up and begins dancing around the room for the fun of it. Kitten laughs and begins singing nothing in particular to go with her comrade's steps. After the dancing is done, Jesse, with Kitten still in hand, collapses purposefully on a nearby beanbag chair, plopping Kitten on his belly just the same. She prances around in a circle on his stomach, chasing her tail. Pausing only to sit on Jesse's stomach and swat his chin with her paws afterwards. "You win a cookie!" says Jesse energetically, producing a biscuit within his palm. Kitten pounces his hand and eats the biscuit happily; laying on his stomach afterwards with her tail wagging, waiting for another yummy biscuit. When a few minutes passes without any response from her friend, she whines and playfully nips at his face. "I dunno, I doubt I have any left," he says with a grin. Kitten whines with somewhat of a bark afterwards. "You are right, that is a shame," Jesse replies before eating a cookie, "I'll let you know if they turn up." Kitten grins at him and yaps at him loudly, her tail wagging. "Yes yes, you remain vigilant and observant as ever," he says while grabbing another cookie, which absently fails to reach his mouth and bounces off his chin. "Oh fudge." Kitten catches the cookie as it falls, munching away at the treat. Several biscuits roll away from Jesse in all directions,"… Good work detective." Kitten smiles at all the biscuits rolling on the floor but stays put, eating the last bits of the cookie. "So that solves that mystery," Jesse says candidly, offering her the final unrolled biscuit, "You win a cookie." Kitten's ears tilt as she sees through his odd mask and barks at him. Jesse pokes her in the nose with a finger and smiles, "It's alright, it's okay." She stops barking and swats his hand with a paw, the tip of her tail wagging. Jesse covers her with a nearby blanket, "I can see you wriggling underneath. Oh yes, you're captured now and a prisoner of war!" Kitten barks at him through the blanket, trying to dig her way out. Jesse sees a nose and shifts the blanket, poking her in the back randomly, "You're captured. There is no escape from the blanky!" Kitten continues her effort to wriggle out of the blanket, yapping all the while. Then Jesse tucks the blanket under her until she is a kitten-shaped ball. From there, begins some cuddling. She smiles, and snuggles in the warmth of the blanket, still eyeing him with a playful gest. Jesse folds back more of the blanket to allow a warm little face to show through and she barks at him for the fun of it, shifting her body in the folds of the blanket so her two front feet are free of the blanket's grasp. He gives her a gentle squeeze. Kitten sighs happily and closes her eyes to listen to the lazy hum of the night surrounding them. After a good while, she shivers for a moment as a cold chill runs down her back and snuggles deeper into the blanket. Jesse drapes an arm over his chilled fox friend. She yawns as she's nice and warm in a few minutes and dozes off into a peaceful sleep. Jesse gives her a goodnight squeeze and continues his web surfing after carefully laying the snugly wrapped fox on the beanbag chair and returning to his computer.