Marie's point of view. Word: Feline.
Marie entered the room and halted in surprise.
Finding him asleep was so rare; even at night, in bed, he waited for her to doze off first. Yet here he was, his long lean frame stretched out along the couch, the newspaper trailing onto the ground from limp fingertips.
The small white cat they had named Kitsky was curled up into a ball on his chest, purring contently as she slumbered.