Sunlight streamed through the window. She felt a sudden coldness on her cheek, the feel of soft, tacky plastic gently being nudged into the side of her face. Opening one eye, she saw the bright orange of a neon plastic ball before her eyes. Beyond the ball was a pair of deep brown eyes, a pair of lopsided black ears and one black nose, forming a head that rested on the edge of the mattress, eyes fixed on the ball. She could feel the draft from a wagging tail, and after a moment, the dog grew bored of waiting and retrieved the ball from the mattress. She picked it up in her jaws, looking at the figure in the bed, then dropped it again, nudging it with her nose until it hit her owner's cheek once more.
The girl in the bed was aware of a weight at her feet. When she shifted into a more comfortable position, moving her legs, she heard a disgruntled meow. A black and white shape rose up from the duvet, his eyes adjusting to the light. With a long stretch, he walked up the bed - ignoring both the dog and the bright orange ball - until he came to sit by the girl's shoulder. Rubbing his head on her face, he purred loudly. She stroked his ears absently, still half asleep. He wasn't content with having only part of her attention; he raised one white-edged paw and gently patted her face until her eyes opened again. When she looked at his green eyes, he meowed loudly. Beyond him, the dog pricked up her ears and sat waiting expectantly by the side of the bed. With another meow, she knew any prospect of further sleep was out of the window. Before she could throw back the covers, the dog had joined her on the bed, leaning on her heavily and pushing her wet nose as close as possible to her owner's face. The girl knew exactly what those eyes were asking, and she knew exactly what the cat was asking for when he meowed. She understood the impatient tap of his paw on her shoulder, and the large puppy-dog eyes Tess employed when she wanted something.
"Breakfast?" She asked. Tess lifted her head, eyes wide. Her tail wagged and she patted her owner with her one brown paw as a signal to hurry up. Felix meowed again. She sighed and got out of bed, the animals jumping off the mattress with her. They followed her downstairs into the kitchen. The cat sat by the food cupboard, trying to prize it open with his paw. The girl unclipped the child-lock (he had a habit of breaking into his cupboard to get to his food) and dodged paws and tails to pull out the pet food. Once both bowls were filled, she picked up the overweight cat to the counter where he ate (lest the dog eat both his food and her own) and placed the dog bowl on the floor. Tess waited patiently before digging in and almost inhaling her food.626Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx0hzmpaqJH
The girl clicked the kettle on. After brewing, she filled a china Alice in Wonderland cup with a teabag and boiling water. Felix jumped down, moving into the living room and climbing straight up onto the window ledge, to sit in his usual spot and watch the birds and squirrels out of the window. He was a creature of habit. He washed his paws and face, looking up only briefly as the other two left the kitchen. As the girl sat on the sofa, Tess jumped up with her, sitting curled up and leaning against her owner's legs. It was a well-rehearsed routine. She flicked through the movies, Tess' eyes occasionally flickering up to the screen when something interesting caught her eye. For the moment there was peace. For the moment there was calm. As she ran her fingers through the long, soft black fur and the tuft of white at Tess' neck, she sipped her tea and relished in the calm of the morning.
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