"Now what are you doing?" Marinette plopped down in her desk chair as Cat turned the box this way and that. "You've been in it before. Just get in!"
Oh, this boy. He had the "Green Gleam" in his eye as he clambered in, tail sticking out over the side. "If I fits, I sits," he meowed proudly.
"Be a good boy, or I'll tell Ladybug," Marinette threatened. Cat gulped, playing with his paws. "Bugaboo?" "That's right. Have her number right here in my phone." "I be good boi now. Take nap."
Cat didn't sleep for long for Mama Cheng called for dinner, and Cat went zooming down the stairs, leaping onto the fridge. "Cat, what are you doing up there?" Marinette asked, coming down behind the black blur. More tail swishing. "Keeping a eye on dinner." "Cat, get off the fridge. Down."
Cat sighed, knowing when he was beaten. "Yes, Princess." with a thump! He landed and sat down at the table. Marinette sat down beside him, and begin to giggle. "You may be naughty, but I love you anyway!" she tickled him under the chin. Cat begin to purr. Oh, that was the spot!