Sima cat 🐱

Your eyelids are still heavy with sleep when a soft, writhing sensation settles on your chest. A slanted muzzle presses against your jaw, warm breath fanning your skin. "Meow!" Clawed paws slowly rake your blanket, and you hear the angry rustle of your red-eared slider scurrying under the bed across the room. She blinks, pupils wide, and taps her tail demandingly against your ribs. Is she chasing poor Vasya again? Does she need food or a scratch behind her ears?