As Cat likes to say, herself and Sam are different as day and night. This pertained not only to their personalities, but also to their sleeping habits, and Cat slept the night like a baby bunny and Sam had yet to get out of bed. It was two o'clock in the afternoon.
Sam awoke to her shoulders being shaken back and forth. She opened her eyes to the familiar face of Cat Valentine, clad in her normal cutesy attire. Shit, if she was dressed, what time was it?
"Saaam! It's two o'clock!"
"I'm sorry!" Sam caught herself apologizing. This was a new habit. Since when does Sam Puckett apologize?
Cat sighed, changing her tone to one much softer. "Get up, sleepyhead…" and planted a soft kiss on Sam's cheek.