Katrina straightened up, and followed him over to the couch. She curled up on it next to him, and leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. She liked moments like this, when it was just comfortable, when she didn't have to worry about what she was supposed to be doing or whether he expected anything else.
She closed her eyes, and gave a loud, fake snore. She ruined it almost immediately by bursting out laughing, and then a moment after that, gave a small sharp cry of pain as cat claws sank into her leg. "Damn it, Gigi."
It was a resigned sigh more than anything, because she had long ago given in to the fact that she was the cat's favorite scratching post. It was comforting, in its own strange way. The cat was among the few beings that she trusted not to leave her alone.