Rose woke up the way she always woke up; with a three legged kneazle sitting square on her chest and staring at her until she was roused from her dreams. A glance at the clock told her that the kneazle had managed to wake her twenty minutes before her alarm was due to go off; there simply wasn't enough time to slip back under the covers.
Giving in to what her cat wanted, Rose slid from the bed and winced slightly at the chill of the floorboards under her feet. Her hair was tousled and she opened the door from her bedroom to let Dorothy slide between her legs and towards the water bowl. Bleary eyed, still sleepy and with a need for caffeine running through her veins, Rose didn't see Terence until she was in the middle of the room. "Terence?" Surely this had to be a horrible cosmic joke.