This is just a short bit of fluff I thought up when I was at my friends' house- they have the cutest little kittens. Although it was rather frustrating when they didn't answer the question I was always asking them- "Can Edward Cullen purr?" I figured, you know, them being cats, they'd know. But apparently cats don't speak English. Oh well. ...Reviews appreciated!

"Charlie?"

I walked into the house. The television was on, so I assumed he was home. Normally, I wouldn't care, but I wanted to know why there were balls of yarn on the floor by the front door, half torn to shreds.

"In here," Charlie called. Then he cried out, in pain. I practically ran over to him (I couldn't actually run, I would probably just trip), worried. But he was alright- I thought there would be someone there attacking him, but he was just laying on the couch watching TV. The only strange thing was, there was also something laying on top of him. And it was clawing at him.

"A cat??" I said, surprised. Charlie pushed another ball of yarn off of the couch and the kitten jumped down after it.

"Yeah, I found her outside. I hope you don't mind- she was starving, and didn't have any tags. I had to rescue her."

I almost laughed. I had never seen Charlie talk about an animal that way; it sounded like he was attached to it already.

"No, I don't mind. But you might want to clean up all of this string," I pointed out. Then I told him I was going to bed, and walked up the stairs slowly. It was pretty late, and I was tired. I had just got home from the Cullen's house, where I had spent the afternoon. I knew Edward would be waiting for me in my room, but I couldn't force myself to move any faster. If I fell, Edward would probably come to catch me, and then Charlie could find out he was here! The thought terrified me. So, sighing, I moved slowly, heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

When I got back to my room, in pajamas, wet hair and all, Edward was sitting in my rocking chair. I happily jumped into his lap. He laughed quietly. Even though I was tired, we stayed like that for a while, both of us still and quiet.

That is, until the cat pushed open the door to my room, flooding the room with light from the hallway, and causing me to jump up, swearing. Edward was trying not to laugh. I hoped he didn't laugh, because even though Charlie was still downstairs, he would probably come up here soon to look for the cat.

I shut the door so fast that the cat had to jump out of the way quickly. Edward couldn't help but laugh at that, but at least the door was shut. Although, now the cat was trapped in here with us, and when Charlie came to look for it I'd be in big trouble.

Before I could say anything, Edward had vanished, so I could open the door and coax the cat out. But it just walked over the my closet and hissed.

Edward poked his head out from his hiding place. And he hissed back.

I have never seen a cat run out a door and down a flight of stairs so fast.

I shut my door, fighting back giggles. Really tired now, I lay on my bed. Edward came to lay next to me. I smiled; I loved it when he was here, this close to me.

"So...," I said after a moment.

"Yes?" Edward asked. I'm sure I blushed right then, because he reached over to touch my cheek. Which made me blush even more. "You can hiss?" I asked.

He laughed. "Yes. And growl, as you've seen before," he answered. Now I was curious.

"Can you...purr?" I asked shyly. He laughed, and shook his head.

"Go to sleep, Bella," he whispered. I sighed, turning over. Sooner than I would have thought possible with him there, watching me, I fell asleep.

Like I said, short little bit of fluff. Well, hope you enjoyed it!