Commission from  TailBiter

My ears perked at a soft plopping sound. I don't know how long I'd been napping, but I knew I didn't want to get up yet. I heaved a sigh, planning on resuming the dream I'd been having... and on that intake of breath, my nose twitched. Cookie. One eye slowly came open and blearily tried to focus on a brown blob about a foot from my nose. This was unusual. Bella doesn't usually wake me up when I'm taking a nap, as she knows I can get grumpy if I'm over-tired. Maybe this was her way of trying to soften the blow.

I reached tentatively for the treat, figuring I could forgive her for waking me this time, and it suddenly twitched slightly just out of my reach. The other eye popped open as well. What was this? Dormant instincts awoke, and I gathered myself to pounce on the fleeing prey. Again the cookie scooted across the floor, and loosing all control, I gave chase as it weaved its way around the coffee table and back through the kitchen door...

Where I bumped into a pair of capri-pants and grey footpaws as Bella scooped me up and hugged me tight. "Wakey wakey, Brock." she said as she handed me the cookie and I happily munched the treat, snuggling into her at the same time. "Ophelia called, and they need us to watch Caleb for a few hours, so we're heading over to their place. Didn't want to take a grumpy badger cub, so I thought I'd try a different alarm clock this time around." "Clever girl, Bell." I said, licking the crumbs off of my whiskers, giggling. "I wouldn't protest if you woke me up this way EVERY time." "Don't get too used to it Chére. You know you're not allowed too many cookies. You're gonna get fat! Lets get going."

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