Let Sleeping Cats Lie
Mary Gowland woke up to beautiful music every morning. It was the only gift that his freeloader had ever given him, but it reminded him every morning that even though the cat was trouble he did care. He reached over to gently turn off his alarm clock, even though it was a shame to make the music stop. Time waited for no man, and there was plenty of work he needed to get done. It clicked off and the room was drearily silent.
Gowland ran a hand through his hair, noting that his bedhead probably looked ridiculous. He always slept on his side. He tried to move his feet to get up, but they were stuck. He recognized the weight right away without even looking down.
When he looked down he wasn't surprised to see a contented Boris curled around and on top of his legs. He could tell from Boris' breathing that he was fast asleep. It didn't surprise him that Boris slept through his alarm. The darn cat was so stubborn he could sleep through anything if he was determined to.
He tried to wiggle his legs free, but stopped when he noticed Boris stretch in his sleep. He really needed to get up, but it didn't feel right to make Boris start his day. Then again, it was Boris' fault for sneaking into his bed during the night.
Gowland sat up in his bed and Boris merely flopped on top of his now flat legs. How in tarnation could he still be asleep with so much movement?
The amusement park owner felt a grin rise to his lips and he chuckled before yelling, "EARTHQUAKE!" as he started kicking his legs to cause Boris to jumble around.
This startled the Cheshire cat and he dug his 'claws' into the side of Gowland's leg. Of course this stopped the kicking and Gowland let out a few unfortunate words.
"Time to get up, ya freeloader," Gowland reached down and started rubbing his sore leg. Of course it wouldn't take long for it to heal, but it still stung.
Boris groaned, "Nope. It's clearly still sleepy time. I'm just looking out for you. Old people need more sleep."
As the cat talked he actually settled himself more on Gowland's legs, making it impossible for his boss to get out of bed. He stretched and the older could feel the cat purring on his legs.
Gowland gave an aggravated sigh, "Just 'cause you never do any work, doesn't mean the rest of us don't. I'm not gonna force ya into work, but I gotta get up now."
"Nooo…." Boris whined as he wrapped his arms tight around the older's legs, "The bed will be cold without you. You have to stay."
"So now yer mooching my body heat?" Gowland laughed despite himself. Sometimes Boris could be adorable, even if he was normally nothin' but trouble.
"Come on! Have mercy!" he pleaded, staring him down with one wide eye.
"If yer so cold, then maybe you should put on some more clothes," the redhead scolded, even though he has to admit that Boris just looks off in his assembly clothes.
He also 'oomped' when he felt Boris collapse dejectedly on his legs, "You don't understand old man! It's who I am."
"We're getting' nowhere fast," Gowland rubbed his temples and looked over to his alarm, "Fine. One more time period. No more complainin'. We both get up then?"
Boris smiled and nodded, his tail twitching with excitement, "Yeah! Okay!" He agreed instantly.
The older chuckled and shook his head, "If yer so cold you can sleep under that blanket ya moron. "
The Cheshire cat perked up considerably and moved off Gowland's legs. As soon as the amusement park owner lifted his blanket, Boris quickly disappeared underneath it. He could feel Boris settling down on his legs again and his chest vibrating as he purred.
Gowland had to admit. The sleeping cat did a great job of keeping his feet warm.
A/N: I don't even know. I wanted to write something with Gowland and this is the first thing that came to mind. Take it as platonic, take it as romantic. Whichever makes you happy.