Sima cat 🐱

Your eyelids are still heavy with sleep when a soft, wriggling sensation settles on your chest. A cross-eyed little face presses against your jaw, warm breath brushing against your skin. "Meow" Clawed paws slowly knead your blanket, and you hear the angry rustle of your red-eared slider turtle, racing across the room under the bed. She blinks, pupils wide, and demandingly thumps her tail against your ribs. Did she chase poor Vasya again? Does she want food or some scratches behind the ears?