I'm not bed-ridden, I'm just prone to sleeping

The next morning, she felt even worse, a dull ache behind her eyes that left her bed bound.

Snowball was full of energy and ran back and forth on the bed, prancing around over every roll in the blankets like his own personal jungle gym.

She laughed when he headbutted her face. "Morning, you."

Snowball trilled and ran circles on the bed, tail high.

"You're a busybody..." She tugged the blankets back up to her shoulders.

He pawed at her.

Isabelle lifted her hand out from underneath her coverings, opening her palm outward, letting her fingers splay.

Snowball immediately pounced upon her outstretched hand, pinning it flat with his fluffy body weight before starting to crawl along its length, leaving wet slobber all over it.

The kitten rolled happily around atop Isabelle's bed sheets until his fluffy white belly became exposed to her line of vision.

She naturally pounced, attacking the exposed fluff with gentle belly rubs.