Cake and I were getting ready for bed. I climbed upon my katil and crashed down on it, staring at the ceiling. Cake climbed into the drawer on the other side of the room. She liked to sleep there, I wasn't sure why. Kucing do like to sleep in strange places, I guess. I sighed a little, Cake noticed.
"What's wrong, girl?" I sat up and looked at Cake. She was pulling her blanket up with her small kitty paws.
"No." Was all I managed to say. I shook my head. I didn't even make any sense, but Cake understood what I meant.