"Now, girls," Carlos started, loving how the kitty-girls explored the kitchen and dining room, then came back to beg for some bacon pieces (not that they had to beg much, he was happy to give them whatever they wanted), "when my boyfriends come down, you got to hide…cause, well, they won't be able to deal with this right when they wake up. They're cranky in the mornings."
Laura giggled as she sat at the counter, smiling contentedly as she picked at one of Kendall's beanies. After he had given them some large shirts to wear (them being naked distracted Carlos a little too much), he started breakfast for himself, the cat-girls, and his boyfriends. He was almost done with the girls' food, and he was starting James', Kendall's, and Logan's.
Katy sat at the dining table, knees up to her chest and under the shirt as she nibbled on some bacon pieces. The girl was a little obsessed.
"Carlitos!" James yelled from upstairs, making the kitty-girls jump.
"Fuck!" The girls looked wide eyed at Carlos, waiting for instruction. "Um, uh, shit. Hide in the bath—" he heard the sound of three sets of footsteps. "Shit! Get under the table, don't make a peep or touch anyone!" The girls quickly scrambled under the dining table.
"Who're ya talkin' too?" Kendall asked, voice slurred from waking up.
"No one! Not talking to anybody! Not like there are cat-girls or anything!" Shit.
"O…kay?" Logan quirked an eyebrow, thinking Carlos finally lost it.
James took in a big breath as he slid down the stairs, "Oooo gimme that damn bacon!"
Logan sighed, "Such a bad Jew."