Cat sat mournfully in front of the bathroom door. He wanted breakfast, but unfortunately Mama Cheng was downstairs helping Tom, so he was waiting for Marinette. Yes, he could make breakfast, but only if he wanted to burn down the building.
Scrap, Scrap, Scrap. "Princess, I'm going to waste away from hunger," he called. "You'll be fine. Be patient." Swish, swish, swish. Cat was anything but patient this morning. "And don't you think of playing in my yarn basket while I'm not looking." Cat's ears shot up in surprise, then drooped. Well, he hadn't planned on yet, but now that that thought crossed his mind.
Grrrowl, said Cat's stomach. "What are you doing in there that's more important then pancakes?" Cat loved Marinette's pancakes, especially when she made the ones with the funny fruit faces. "Do you want me to look nice for Adrien today or what?"
Cat pouted. Adrien's already here. "Princess, you look great always." "Kitty, just because you look like a model after you wake up, doesn't mean we all do."
Hm, Cat thought. This was followed by more tail swishing. Scrap, scrap, scrap. "So, you think I'm cute?" No answer, but Cat could he hear something fallen, and Marinette usually only dropped things in embarrassment. "Ha, you do! I knew it!"
"Be good, or you'll stare at a empty bowl!" Cat yowled. How could someone so sweet and cute, be this evil? Finally, she emerged from the bathroom. "Marinette!" Cat leaped up, nearing knocking her down with happiness. "You've emerged, thus saving me from starvation!"
Marinette sighed, then ran her fingers through his hair. "I'll make you breakfast, but I'll need a Starbucks first." "And then we can make the funny faces pancakes? Can we, Can we, Can we?" Marinette laughed as she grabbed her purse. "Yes, we can make pancakes. But first, coffee!"