Death Glare

I walked into the living room and instantly saw my cat, Midnight, sleeping among a mountain of my blankets. Because it was cold downstairs, and I needed at least one of the blankets, I put my bowl of cereal down on the table and sat down in front of the couch. Midnight breathed evenly, not moving in the slightest as I bit down on my lower lip. I took the edge of a blue blanket on the bottom of the stack. I knew it would be the thickest, the warmest for me. I began to pull at it, slowly sliding it from underneath the mountain. I tugged once, then twice, then one more time.

The blanket came free from the bottom of the stack, but at a deadly cost. Midnight’s eyes popped open and he stared at me angrily, his piecing eyes looking straight into mine as if he was trying to tell me how upset he was at me for disturbing his sleep.

I shrugged at the cat and playfully hissed at him. “That’s what you get for being a blanket hogger.”

Midnight hissed back at me and hopped off the remaining blankets.