Just a little peek (open)

[Nyxie]

It didn't take long for the tiny brown and white bundle of fluff to stir to life, the combination of a moving bed and light pooling into the room through a large rectangular window prompting the little kitten awake. Stretching her jaws in a yawn, the youngster pushes her paws out in front of her, claws extending, before blinking up at her owner and purring innocently. She wasn't allowed on the bed, but that didn't stop her from clambering her way up - with the aid of a fluffy throw near the foot of the bed - in the middle of the night and curling up near the end. However, after a surveying look, the housefolk just makes a strange warble of amusement - apparently a laugh - and scoops her up.

After being placed on her own little bed, the kitten sits down and stares up at her housefolk, waiting a second before promptly hopping up and trotting after her down the hallway, tail in the air in her usual happy fashion. Once she reaches the kitchen, she stops to bunt the dog's nose with her forehead, earning a slight grunt of disinterest, before sitting at the foot of her counter and newly up at her owner. "Mamma, help me up please" she asks sweatly in form of cute little mews. She is then scooped up again and placed on the counter, unable to wait till she can reach it herself. She can nearly reach it, but she's fallen off enough times to know the surface is too smooth to grip with two paws, therefore not worth trying till she's bigger.

Tail swaying slightly in a thanks, she ducks her head and tucks into her food, ears twitching to catch the sounds of her housefolk moving around the kitchen, doing whatever it is she does in the morning. "Good girl Nyxie" she coos happily when the little tabby sits back on her haunches and licks her lips. She's just come onto meat not long ago, and its still new to her, so she gets a lot of praise for eating. From this, along with other times, she'd come to recognise Nyxie as her name, and Cocoa as the dog's. Nyxie purrs, flickering her tail in delight and butting her owner's hand. According to the people that come round sometimes, her owner is called Jessica, Jessie, or Aunty Jess, depending on who greets her.

Hopping down from her counter after a drink - which is much easier than getting up - Nyxie trots over to the door and sits by the plastic flap, glancing back at Jessica and mewing again. After hitting her head on it a few times, Nyxie had come to realise that the catflap was locked during the night, and opened again after breakfast. Jessica comes over, pets her head with her large pink hand, and slides the little latch across, showing it's open by pushing it with her hand. Nyxie shoves it with her head, then springs out into the garden, trotting across the lawn. After a bit a frolicking and sniffing, she pokes her head through a hole in the back fence, peering into the neighbouring garden. There was always cat smell here, but never any cats that she had seen. Though of course, she hadn't come out much either.