Lizzie put her hands on her hips and stared down in frustration at the cat sitting in the middle of the bed. This was the third time she"d moved the cat from the pile of pillows at the top of the bed. "Fine, I don"t have any time to argue with you, cat. You"ll just have to be made into the bed."
Grabbing the corner of the sheets, she didn"t give the cat the opportunity to even realize what was happening before she pulled the sheet up and over him with a flourish, encompassing him into the little nest he had made amongst the pillows. Next came the blankets, and she could hear Harry meowing in protest underneath.
"I warned you, Harry."
Not giving in, Lizzie turned and grabbed her sunglasses and tote bag from the chair by the door and left the suite. But somehow Harry disentangled himse
