Mao came out of his doze actually confused for a moment. Orange eyes blinked, ears perked, whiskers bristled. How embarrassing! But the loss of his cool was only a momentary slip up. He stood with a jaw snapping yawn and arched his back high as he did some stretching himself, following Vaughn’s example.
Of course he was going to come along to bed. Why not? And if anyone thought he was above trying to take a peek when Vaughn was washing up and changing into his pajamas then they were very wrong. He tried to be sly about it. Oh don’t mind me I’m just a cat etc. etc., casually glancing through the crack in the doorway. If caught, he only smiled that cheshire smile and continued walking by all innocent.
A jump and he was in Vaughn’s bed. It gave him a kind of thrill to be allowed in a place that in all other situations would be considered too intimate until you were a relationship. Ah, well, not counting one night stands and shit like that, of course.
He tiptoed around until he found a spot that satisfied him by Vaughn’s side. Purring yet again, he settled down and (quite against his control) began to knead the blankets with his paws. It was great to be in a bed that wasn’t some smelly worn out piece of shit in a rundown motel. No threat of bedbugs, no mystery stains. Amazing, really.