"Mrowr?" 

Feel warm. Smell... sniff, sniff! Mmmmmm~

Mittens was, ummmmmmmmm. Something? Was... important? Maybe? Lots important, yus. More important than Mommy? Silly girl! Silly Mittens!

The thought drifts off in a haze of catnip and pretty flower smells. Mittens lifts her heavy head out of her paws and does a biiiiiiig stretch to get all the sleepy feelings out of her body. She yawns and wiggles her head a whole bunch to finish the job, filling the cozy room with the silly flap flap flap of her pointy ears on her fuzzy head. There, all better!

Twitch twitch! Her clever triangles soak in all the sounds around her. The crackle of the fire makes her heart sing. The drumbeat of rain on glass soothes her heart and sets her tail to happy swishing. The gentle creaking of the brazier lulls her back into a sleepy bliss, but the pat pat pat of pretty hands on Mommy's perfect lap and the trilling of her loving voice win out. 

And still, it feels like something's wrong. Mittens mews in frustration. Her thinkies are so slow! She still needs... she's got to...

Oh! Mommy doesn't have a blanket on her lap! Mittens scampers across the room on all four paws, darting from fireplace rug to comfy chair faster than you can say 'ear rubs' and then, triumphantly, hop hop! She stretches wide and luxuriously across Mommy's lap so that her silky fur is smothering as much chair and as much Mommy as she can. She buries her face against the softest, sweetest smelling hip in the whole wide world and squeezes her eyes shut tight with all the love, trust, and happiness she can fit into one silly body. 

The song inside the room finds its missing instrument: the deepest, rumbliest, most happyful purr in the whole of Hyperborea.