@Magyar
Even cat people will say that cats are assholes.
Which was a sentiment Serena found herself wholeheartedly agreeing with when she woke to find a furry rear in her face, another fluffy body pinning her arms to her chest and a third sleeping sprawled across her legs to effectively hold her in place.
It was not
that cold. They were doing this on purpose.
"Off." Her voice was muffled by Jasmine's fur, and the little gray cat just continued to purr away from her perch on the witch's face. "
Off," Serena repeated, wriggling in an effort to free herself from her feline hangers-on.
They clung, refusing to budge.
As if the ratty old tavern bed wasn't uncomfortable enough already. Normally she would have been fine with the situation- not pleased, but amiable enough- and just allowed her familiars their nap before eventually getting out of bed and actually starting the day.
But this was not
normally. This was post-four days of sleeping in a probably lice-infested bed, asking questions she honestly didn't fully understand herself all over a shady, dead end town, and after four days of getting nowhere fast.
So she was a little less than chipper. Grumbling to herself, she rolled quickly onto her side and sent all three cats tumbling to the floor, yowling their disapproval.
"Well, I told you to move," she huffed at them as she got to her feet with a stretch. Dressing quickly, she tossed over her shoulder, "If I don't find anything today, we're leaving. I promise. I'll be back by dusk. Don't get into too much trouble."
Grumbling meows was her response as she slipped out of the room and down the hall to the stairs that led down into the tavern proper.
It was later than she'd thought, but still early enough that there were only a few customers near the bar, sorry sots she'd seen every day since she'd arrived in this town. Her stomach rumbled as she started for the door and she paused, then sighed and turned to make her way toward a table.
Maybe she should at least start with some breakfast.