One day, he bounds down the stairs and hops quickly into the kitchen, hoping to settle into the pleasant warmth of a spot of sun on the floor. Just as he's starting to get comfortable there, he sees a flash of green out of the corner of his eye.
It's his daddy! His daddy is on the table!
He quickly presses down, giving himself enough force to launch himself at daddy. He smacks right into him, and they both go clattering onto the floor. Quickly he moves towards daddy's body, nuzzling close once he's there.
Daddy's skin is always so rough and cool. It feels nice to rub up against it. He lets out of low purr of satisfaction.
But then he realizes that one certain itch is building in his body, somewhere in his small mass. He wants to feel the friction. He manages to carefully stretch himself over daddy, his sides draping delicately over daddy's leaves, and he begins to move like that.
It feels really good, the texture of his daddy sparking good feelings all along his body, and so he keeps moving until he can't anymore. When he stops, it's with a sudden full-body shiver. And then he pulls himself off of daddy, reshaping into his usual form.
He leans over, nibbling on one of daddy's fallen leaves. It's crisp as he devours it. Daddy is such a good daddy!