A loud booming of a happy, upbeat song suddenly shook the room of a little, pink-furred, warm hearted, and ever so playful Mew. It was 8:45 in the morning, the psychic kitten woke up, groaning quietly, having that horrid morning feeling. She extended her paw out and hit the silence on her alarm, sitting up in her little bed, the bedsheets bundled warmly around her small little body. Mew's pink fur shone in the dawns first light when she lazily hovered past the window, opening the blinds with her psychic abilities.
Mew carried herself into her kitchen, mentally opening the cupboard and pulling down a box of pancake mix with her little paw and placing it down on the almost spotless counter, crumbs of bread dotting here and there. Looking at the small mess, she gagged quietly and swept the crumbs into the bin at the far end of the counter.
Above the rubbish was a calendar; the day was Saturday, 27th of May. The year was not noted on the calendar, for it was irrelevant. In the little box that represented the date, there was big writing, made almost undecipherable to how much it was squeezed in, but she knew what it read. Suddenly, the kitten exploded in excitement and flew all around the room.
When Mew nearly knocked the open pancake mix over, she calmed down and slowed herself, reminding herself she still needs to make herself breakfast. Mew took one last peek at the calendar, reading her own, big handwriting, understanding the mess to be "Play day", before piling her pancakes onto a plate and pouring her favourite topping over it; maple syrup, and warm slice of butter on the top
After Mew had gobbled the pancakes and licked her plate clean, she put her dish in the sink, ready to be washed properly. She floated out her high seat and floated around, the little kitten packing things out the fridge into a nice cooled basket, along with some ice she had got from a nice Glaceon she had met the other day.
When she had finished packing, the bag contained many bags of sandwiches, with many different fillings, along with a couple dozen crisps and mountainous piles of candy and chocolate stuffed into the bottom and pockets of the basket, enough to send a Snorelax on an adventure around the regions of Kanto and Johto several times over. The beverages packed were different fruit drinks, water bottles and some fresh berry smoothies, made only on the previous night.
