After tossing and turning for two hours in bed, I crawled (a bit dazed) to the front room. I was only dimly aware of my cuffs and the yellow of my Pikachu night shirt, as I crawled. The front room was lit only by the television, and Master saw me instantly. (The door is right next to the TV.)
“Kitty? What’s wrong?”
I crawled silently over to him, sleepily. I pressed my face to his foot.
“Kitty what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong, Kitty?”
“Kitty? What’s the matter?”
I pulled myself out of my sleepiness long enough to murmur:
“Kitty missed Master. Kitty stay with Master?”
He patted my head with his big warm hands.
“Kitty go to bed. Master tuck.”
I rubbed my head and shoulders against his leg, kitty style, then, I followed him closely while staring at his heel.
“Back to sleep, Kitty.” Master presses my Glo-Worm Rosie, and her soft glow relaxes me. I drift off.