Isabelle awoke to the sight of a small fluffy white kitten licking at the tip of her nose, bright eyes wide open and happy.
Snowball, of course, was a master at this sort of thing and not at all shy about it.
The kitten chirruped in delight when she cooed at him in greeting.
She stretched luxuriously on the bed and let her son burrow into the blankets as much as he wanted.
Snowball happily licked and groomed at her hair with his little tongue, kneading her with his paws.
Her adorable baby boy...
She stroked his ears. "Good morning, sweetheart."
His only response was another delighted little trill and a nuzzle of his cold little nose.
It was wonderful.
"Who is a good, fluffy kitten?" Isabelle cooed gently, nuzzling her little baby, "Who is the most handsome little prince in the world? It's you~"
He wriggled in place as if trying to snuggle closer, then popped out his little tongue to lap at her cheek.