A/N: I'm convinced that my past life was a cat. I could just sleep all day long, curled up with my two cats and then do everything at night. And who doesn't love napping in the sun?
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say your past life was a cat. But, I'm pretty sure Greece was the only one to have that privilege."
Alfred stretched and yawned, rubbing his eyes. "Just because I like to sleep, doesn't mean my past self was a cat."
"Al, you sleep during the day and then you're up all night. Most people I know are not nocturnal."
"Fine. Than if I was a cat, you were bear. You gorge yourself on that gross pontine stuff, especially during winter, and then you're always cranky if someone wakes you up too early."
"It's poutine, Al. And just because I don't like waking up at ungodly hours, doesn't mean I was a bear." Speaking of bears, Kumajirou came wobbling in the guest room and jumped onto the bed, scaring Alfred.
"Get that monster away! It's evil! It's the devil!"
"Shut up, Al. Just because Kuma bit you once, doesn't mean he's out to get you. Right, Kuma?"
Kumajirou looked up at Matthew, who was holding him in his arms, and said, "I'm hungry. Salmon would be nice."
Matthew sighed. "Can't you think of anything but your stomach? You're just like Al."
"That bear is nothing like me!" Alfred scrambled out of the bed when Matthew plopped Kumajirou onto it again.
"Anyways, I wonder what Kumajirou could have been as a past life? Maybe another bear?"
"The devil."
"Shut up, Al. Maybe a fish? He's real fond of them."
"I don't care. Just get this thing out of the room so I can sleep."