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You jolted up, startled, blinking tiredly.
What time was it? What day was it? What year was it? Where were you?
You grumbled and began the process of orienting yourself from your nap, sleepily rubbing your eyes and throwing your arm over your face. A tired sigh escaped you.
Your hand leapt over your head and you blindly began pawing around, trying to find the hoodie you’d tossed over the arm of the couch when you were half-asleep and hot. Unable to find it via touch alone, you decided to sit up and look with your eyes, whining and complaining.
But when you looked, you couldn’t see it, either. You frowned, confused, and began shuffling around.
Not under the pillow. Not between the side table and the couch. Not beneath the couch. Where in the hell–?
You reached over and sighed, tugging the Dateviators on. One of the objects had to know where it…
You didn’t have even two seconds before seeing a form materialize on the ground. Your cat clock, Timmy, was lying on the carpet, just purring his little heart out. His tail flicked melodically.
And, strewn over his body, snugly holding him inside, your hoodie.
You immediately relaxed; you’d found it. And then you giggled.
You leaned down and rubbed between his ears, earning a litte “Nyyahh..” He stretched his arms out in front of him, arching his back like a cat, then flopped onto his side and stuck his tongue out up at you. “Ooh! Master’s awake, hehehe..”
He hid his gloved hands inside the sleeves of your hoodie, quite literally giving you a “:3” expression.
“That doesn’t look like your regular outfit,” you commented with a soft smile. Timmy blinked up at you, tipping his head. “Oh, what? This?” He lifted an arm, motioning to the sleeve he adorned. “Uh-huh! That wouldn’t be my hoodie, would it, Timmy?”
“Mmmmh..” Timmy squeaked as he stretched again, turning and stretching out languidly on his stomach. His tail curled and flicked. “Well… maybe… but Master just left it out! Like a present for Timmy, nyah!” You sat beside him and poked his little nose, watching as he wrinkled it and smiled up at you. Then you tugged him into your lap, leaning him against your chest, and he giggled.
“Not everything sitting out is for you,” you cooed into his fluffy little ear, rubbing his cheek. He turned and blinked up at you innocently, “It isn’t? Uwahh… Timmy thinks it is!”
You kissed his cheek and jaw, listening to him as he purred. You cupped his jaw from behind, keeping his sweet, stupid little face presented to you. “You do look absolutely adorable in my hoodie,” you admitted in a soft tone, trailing your arms down to wrap them gently around the catboy’s waist. He wiggled and snickered, his tail flicking against your hip. “But Timmy always looks adowabwe!” Timmy whined, stretching out in your hold. He pouted up at you.
“Oh, of course he does,” you cooed, rubbing his waist.
“Timmy is the cutest kitty in the whole land,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead and he released a small “nyah..”