Here you go, Isis, under the covers. EEK! That's my belly button. No cold nose on the belly button.
Hello Pharaoh. How ya doing? No, I wouldn't go down that way. Esme's there and she'll hiss at you.
See? I told you so.
Erf. Ok. Tuck in behind my knees. That's safe enough.
Isis, stop. Seriously kitten, your head will not fit up my nose. I promise you.
No. Really. It won't. Stop it. Isis!
Erk. Pharaoh, get off my hair. No, you don't get to share the pillow with me.
Kittens! The bed is not a wrestling mat. Stop it. No wrestling. I will toss you two off the bed.
Isis, dammit! You will not fit up my nose!
Pharaoh, go bother Jeff.
Esme, could you make me any more uncomfortable?