Bryn woke to yet another day ready to face the world, only to be crushed by a furball sitting on her chest, literally crushing her. “Don’t get any ideas.” She muttered. “You can’t cute your way out of this one.” Bryn lift the blanket and sent the cat flying to the end of the bed. No growl. Bryn looked up, ready to exact revenge with a giggle, yet no satisfaction came out of it. Beth did not growl. She just jumped back up on the bed and laid near the bottom, keeping out of Bryn’s way. “Oh no, you’re not using reverse psychology on me.” She stood and with one stride got to the end of the bed and in Beth’s face. Beth stared at her. “It’s not going to work, cat! You can't outsmart me!” She spun and went into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and started the shower. No feet jetting u
