Original Prompt: "any, any/any, 'No! The cat (or Dog) has had enough cuddles; it is my turn!'"
"Never thought I'd see the two of you getting along so well."
"Tigger decided to keep me company while you were away." As far as cats went, Tigger wasn't so bad - even if he never could seem to decide whether he liked getting his belly scratched. "You know, I was starting to get worried that something had happened to you."
"Thankfully, no." Richard loosened his tie. "But don't be surprised if I'm home late again tomorrow. This new case could have the entire firm burning the midnight oil for quite a while."
Sharon sighed. "Just the news I wanted to hear." She absently ran her fingers along the fur of Tigger's neck. For all the accidents and intrigue that had crossed the TV screen that night, nothing on the news seemed to have caught his attention. He'd passed out almost as soon as he'd crawled into her lap.
"I'm surprised to see you still awake." Even with nothing but the TV to illuminate him, she couldn't have missed Richard's frown.
She yawned. "I don't know how much longer I will be."
He reached a hand out. "Let me help you up."
Sharon chuckled. "I'd move if I could."
Tigger couldn't have weighed more than six pounds soaking wet, but he had all but glued her to the sofa. The lower half of her legs tingled.
Richard collapsed onto the empty couch cushion beside her and slipped an arm around her shoulder. "Well, the least he can do is share."