The bed in the guest room was comfortable, but wasn’t the same as home. Lying on her back, she willed herself to sleep.
A cat jumped onto the bed near her feet.
Oh, she thought, hello bedmate...
She felt the cat walk over her legs, felt its feline weight as it draped its body over her abdomen.
She soon drifted off to sleep hoping it wouldn’t begin that kneading thing cats sometimes do and wake her.
In the morning, she poured herself coffee and commented, “I didn’t know you had a cat.”
Her host’s face grew pale, “I don’t.”