My name is Kozmo.
I am a Siamese cat and your storyteller.
Luna awoke with the sensation of having something very cold run down her back.
Crash, bang, thud.
"MRA~OW!" (I really wish Luna had cleaned off her dresser.)
“Who's there?!” She yelped trying to sound threatening, although the slight shake in her voice made her fear obvious.
“Sorry! Opening your window was not easy.” I said brushing myself off.
“Oh, just Kozzy,” Luna mumbled sleepily.
“Luna, wake up!” I ordered, biting her toe.
“Hay! Stupid quadruped, what’s wrong with you?” She said glaring at me and massaging her toe, as she sat up.
“My name is Kozmo, not Kozzy.” I reminded her.
“Whatever–what are you doing here at four in the morning–could you lower the volume, please?!” She whispered, forgetting that no one else could hear me. (I’m telepathic.)