She blinked slowly, stretching as she shook off the sleep that lingered in her eyes. The early morning sun filtered through the open window, peeking through gaps in the clouds as the rain returned and poured once more.
It was soothing, even as her ears perked up as she heard the lovely song of a bird coming from outside, before the soft thud of tiny, padded footsteps registered and she forced herself to sit up in the bed.
Snowball's front paws were on the windowsill.
He was up to something, that mischievous look on his face unmistakable.
He pushed forward a little more and his butt wriggled back and forth excitedly.
She rose from the bed as quick as she could manage.
"Baby no-!"
Before she could die of a heart attack, Alexander snatched up the kitten with one hand, casually walking by the window. "Ah, look at this wet kitten. Come here, Snowball..."
