After getting home from work and settling into comfy clothes, putting on a movie and watching it with her cats on the sofa in her living room Louis starts to get the strangest feeling. The kind of feeling one gets as something not so great happens else where and they’re subconsciously aware that something bad had either happened or was happening.
She pulls a throw blanket tightly around her and the cat in her lap, while gently petting the top of the other’s head. If something was happening she’s not sure how helpful she could be at the moment. Hopefully everything was fine.
An hour passes and the movie she had been watching ends. Both cats are fast asleep, the two balls of fluff gently purr away as Louis slowly flops to her side. She closes her eyes and starts to doze off, but not before turning the TV off with the remote.
Literal cat naps were nice.
Louis wakes up later, she glances at faint glowing numbers on the cable box and realizes that it was several hours later. The cats were still asleep (though she wouldn’t be surprised if they woke up, did cat things, then went back to sleep).
For a moment she considers untangling herself from the warm, comfy nest of a couch, but- … Casually, she falls back asleep.