Scratch scratch.
"Mewsie, get down."
Scratch scratch.
"Down!"
Meeeoooooowwww!
"Ugh! Annoying cat..."
Bilbo stood up and looked at the smoky gray kitten, who was scratching at the hobbit's armchair. It looked back at him.
He could say that he honestly hated this cat. Fili and Kili had given it to him as a present.
"His name is Mewsie!" Kili said proudly.
"Um... Thanks," Bilbo said, holding the kitten in the crook of his elbow. The smoky gray tabby looked back up at him with yellow eyes full of mischief. They screamed 'I'm gonna be annoying, so watch out!'
Bilbo reached down and quickly snatched the cat before he could dart away. The hobbit looked the cat in the eye and said, "You are nothing but a tiny, horrible nuisance, cat."
Mewsie looked up at him. Then let out a long, high-pitched yowl. Bilbo groaned and dropped the cat. Mewsie landed on all fours (as cats usually do,) and sprinted off towards the bedroom. The Baggins sighed and went back to his book.
Hours later, Bilbo jolted awake, realising that he had drifted off. His book lay fallen on the floor, forgotten. Suddenly remembering Mewsie, he jumped up and ran to the bedroom.
The kitten was curled up on his bed, laying on his pillow, and purring. When the door was opened, Mewsie opened his eyes and looked at Bilbo. Then let out a squeaky yawn. Bilbo smiled and quickly switched to his bed clothes. He slid under the covers and Mewsie skidded over. The kitten firmly planted himself on the hobbit's chest.
Bilbo had learned that this was Mewsie's way of saying, 'You're not going anywhere now. You stay here.'
Smiling, he reached off and put out the light, the kitten purring again and his fur keeping the hobbit nice and warm.