"Psst, Princess. Princess?" Marinette gave a muffled groan into her pillow. What did her Cat want now?
"Cuddles?" he asked, a hopeful look on his face. She turned, giving him a side-eye. "Cat, I've been sewing for hours. All I want to do is lay here and not move. In fact, I may never move again."
Cat processed this. "What about dinner? Princess, if you never move, you'll waste away to nothing and I'll be so lonely!" And you are a drama queen, Marinette thought. "Have you ever thought you've missed your true calling?" she asked. "Being Lord of the Puns? Or Bugaboo's best friend?" "Neither. You should be a actor."
"I'll think about it. After cuddles," he told her. Marinette sighed, then gave a squeak as something heavy climbed on top of her covers. "Just what do you think your doing?" she asked Cat. "Making biscuits and getting cozy," he grinned.
Ah, yes. Cat showed affections by kneading their owner with their claws. But why did his claws have to be so sharp? "Ouch! You need a nail trim!" "Never!" Cat declared, flopping down and curling up in a ball.
Soon, Cat was curled in a ball, snoring away, his back feet peddling as he chased the invisible mouse. The extra warmth made Marinette even more sleepy, and she didn't fight to stay awake.
Today was a very good day for a cat nap for humans and cat-boys alike.