samain nights

A belly full of milk sated her, but when her warm pillow moved away, she grumpily yelped in protest, quickly though it was replaced by another warm blanket, This one was not as soft and sometimes it was full of dust that did not taste good at all. But it was most definitely a familiar scent, Having sought for food upon it before she knew it could offer her nothing but warmth and a lot of noisy vibrations.

She liked those noisy vibrations, soon she'd learn that they were words and she could use them too; but for now she hoped to provoke this 'blanket' into making those sounds again. She shoved at the blob next to her, the constant scent she would learn later was a sibling, for now it was annoying, it sometimes crawled on top of her, she hated that. extricating herself from the other two blobs, she nuzzled her way under the arm of her second favourite 'blanket' and made tiny whimpers that were not quiet cries for milk but relative close, she wanted something from him... and she knew of no other way to communicate it to him.