When morning came, she found she was a little squished. Groaning a bit she sat up and realized she had sprawled out across the whole bed. Looking at her slender hands she looked around curiously and then stretched out her bones with a groan. She had lost that cute innocent look and was now lean and slender. Fit for all other words. Her hair hung down to her breasts, thick and black. Throwing the blankets off she dug through his drawers and pulling on a large sweater she tugged on some sweatpants that were much too big for her, her hands just peaked out of the sweater sleeves. Looking around she poked her head out of the door and slipped out of the bedroom heading down the stairs. She didn't have to worry about being quiet, cats in nature were quiet walkers so her steps hardly made a sound. Hearing him sleeping she turned her head and looking into the living room, watching him sleep. Tilting her head curiously her ears twitched.