The next morning, Rosalie was astonished. Who would have guessed that she would wake up, reach her hand out to feel for Creed's body when she did perceive his warmth, but touch something else instead? She immediately opened her eyes as the fur-like texture got in between her fingers and tickled her palms. The thing she was touching... it was a bundle of softness that rose up and down as it breathed. It was as white as the purest snow and had some warmth to it.
"A... cat?" Rosalie asked herself, baffled at the sight. She brought her hand up and pinched her cheek while closing her eyes. The stinging pain came and passed. She opened her eyes but the bundle was still there, sleeping in between the covers right where Creed was supposed to be. She ran her hand across its back and pulled it away
