Olivia's POV
I woke up to the most unusual alarm clock I'd ever experienced - a gentle purring vibrating against my ribs and the softest paw imaginable patting my cheek with the persistence of someone who clearly had important morning business to attend to.
"Good morning to you too, Your Majesty," I mumbled, opening my eyes to find Mitchell's emerald gaze fixed on me.
She had completely abandoned her luxurious four-poster cat bed - the one with silk curtains - and had decided to sleep right next to me on my less luxurious human bed. Throughout the night, every time I'd tried to gently relocate her to her own sleeping arrangements, she'd given me a look of royal displeasure and promptly returned to her chosen spot.
"You're going to be a problem, aren't you?" I asked, scratching behind her ears. She purred louder, which I took as confirmation that yes, she was absolutely going to be a delightful handful.
