It’s Saturday morning in Celadon City and a broad shaft of sunlight projects across Jessie’s bed. It was hot the night before, too hot for sleeping attire…which for the purple-haired woman is usually little more than a well-worn pair of panties and an ill-fitting t-shirt. Face down and sprawled atop the sheets, the naked woman snores and murmurs in her sleep. Meowth, now very much the senior citizen, does what most cats do, having found the warmest, highest, and most inconvenient place in the room to sleep the morning away.
In this instance, the warmest, most sun-soaked part of the room happens to be atop the vast and decidedly comfy expanse that is Jessie’s posterior.
Meowth couldn’t recall when Jessie had come home the night before…it seemed rather early for her and very late for him…home from her black-tie gala date with some young gentleman she’d met at the local coffee shop. Or was this one from the grocery market…or from work…or that dive bar down the street? He can’t remember, the multitude of Jessie’s flings over the years…none of which being particularly memorable in his mind’s eye…all running together.
Jessie stirs in her sleep, mumbling as she pivots her hips, the aging cat wobbling atop his pirch.
Jessie: Geh… Get off-ah me furball. M’ hot.
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