Whiskers on Kittens
Meow.
"Zuko," Katara whisper-yelled, smacking her husband's arm. He grunted, but didn't wake.
Meow.
"Zuko."
"What?"
"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"A cat."
"Why would there be a cat?"
"I swore I heard one."
"Katara, there is no cat. Go back to sleep." He turned and promptly began snoring.
Meow.
"Zuko."
"Katara, it's the middle of the night. Go back to sleep."
"I'm telling you—there's a cat in here!"
"Katara—"
Meow.
"See! I told you! Let's find him."
Katara stood to find the cat lying on her desk.
"Can we keep him? He's so adorable!"
Zuko sighed.
Yeah. I didn't know what exactly to do with this one.