Isabelle laid in bed, the fluffy furball cuddled with her, enjoying a cozy morning with Snowball. The warm, pleasant sunshine streaming through the windows warming the two of them. Although it was still winter, this morning felt a bit warmer.
Perhaps it was close enough to spring to even be felt up north?
Or the weather was simply lucky that day. She enjoyed regardless, though. It was a change of pace from the rain and the chill.
Her fluffy little fluffball was, as per usual, in heaven. He snuggled up with her like a kitten of luxury and rubbed his head against her affectionately as he purred.
Although he'd been running around playing earlier, it seemed he'd entered the time of the day where all he wanted was to cuddle with his mama. Something she absolutely could not begrudge the sweet baby for.
