a purring pregnancy

“Oh, this is… unexpected. Princess, come quickly— we have a guest.” “A guest?” In the house? How did they get in without Chat even hearing it? Chat hears all with those large ears of his, and certainly would’ve felt whoever it was approaching with that large magical dome he uses to cover the cottage in spells to let her sleep throughout the night. She always feels protected, covered in it that lets her rest easy throughout the night, which is why she hadn’t even felt the stranger’s approach— who is it? Who could it be? “Chat, what is—”She hears a meow. A gentle one.