The basket Arabella had bought for her was positively divine. The blanket placed in it made it a million times better and Minerva was never going to move again.
Of course she had grumbled and scratched Arabella's hands when she had been picked up and placed in the bed. She was a proper street cat after all, she had a reputation to uphold or the other cats Arabella kept would think she had gone soft.
So she had made a whole scene, spitting fire and being a right nuisance, before settling comfortably in the basket. It had been placed in the window sill where it would catch just the right amount of sunlight and, if one would be so inclined, could watch the street to Privet Drive.
Not that Minerva was inclined that way at the moment.
No not at all, she was comfortable, surrounded by all kinds of soft materials and basking in the warm afternoon sun.
She would take a short nap, doze a bit before going back to being a responsible and capable witch.
Just not yet.
She was almost asleep, on that threshold between dozing and sleeping when two arms came sweeping down on her. Hands grabbing her by her neck and dumping her on the couch.
Before she could run away to safety or back to her basket, as it had been incredibly comfortable; Arabella really knew how to treat a cat, was she picked up again and held close to someone's chest.
Someone that smelled like cabbages and was cuddling her without mercy, nor fear for her sharp claws.
"Oh you're so cute! Who is my darling tabby? Yes you are, you are."
The only reason Minerva allowed the transgression was because she didn't want to blow her cover, nor give the poor muggle woman a heart attack.
She just had to suffer through the cuddling before she could go back to sleep.
What she wasn't willing to live through for some premium bedding space.