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Claws, Coffee, & Claudia

Author: Tara Danielle
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-22 16:13:45

I was lying on my side, my back sinking into the soft mattress, with five warm bodies clinging to me like magnets.

Lucifer had taken over my pillow, as always, one eye half open as if to say you’re just a tenant in this bed, human.

Morticia stretched across my waist with regal weight, her sleek black body heavy, dignified, like she was composing a tragedy in her sleep.

Chanel curled by my feet, fur like silk, purring in that quiet, refined way that felt too elegant for this world.

Nacho, of course, picked the least comfortable spot: smack on my chest, legs sprawled like I was some cheap sofa. His breath was hot, his whiskers brushing my nose again and again.

And Butters… Butters had claimed the space right next to my face, close enough that I could smell his fur faintly sour, like spoiled milk. His head pressed against my cheek, his body shivering with every snore.

A short laugh escaped me. “Really? Out of the whole bed, you all decide to form infantry on top of me?”

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