A light snore escaped the throat of a small black-furred cat with white paws. She shifted slightly, Mất tích in the ethereal world of dreams. She was dreaming of a certain canine. A certain white-furred, handsome canine.
She rolled in her sleep, curling into a ball. Her tail tickled her nose.
Behind her, the blankets bulged over the lump that was her master. Her master was a young, slight girl with blazing red hair.
Laying on the other side from her master was the white dog in question. His large, triangular white ears held their normal position as he slumbered on. He was aware of the feline's affections for him, but, in his eyes, there was nothing he could do. She was a cat, and he, a dog. There was nothing there.