Your Majesty blended perfectly with the shadows, velvety and dark, two bright eyes the only light.  She nipped at him, impatient, and walked down the length of the bed.  Luke realized she was probably hungry, and Eddy was certainly not going to help-- he was still out, snoring under the silky sheets and blankets.<br/><br/>Luke would've liked to rest there longer, just lying next to the man, but Your Majesty was having none of it.  She let out a yowl, and the boy cringed.<br/><br/>"Ok, ok!"  he surrendered, sliding out of bed and quietly following behind the bossy, tiny cat as she led the way out of the bedroom.  "Now your name makes sense..."<br/><br/>Luke stepped lightly as he walked, bare feet against the cool floors; the cat took him to her dish, and he sighed, shrugging as he looked down at her.  "I don't know where he keeps it..."<br/><br/>He looked around nonetheless, not wanting to incur her wrath any further, and after some invasive poking around in the cabinetry, he found some cat food.  Thank God.  "Here we go," Luke said reassuringly as he put the food in the dish, an offering to appease the little beast.<br/><br/>As she ate, he looked around the kitchen, and realized he felt rather hungry too.  Would Eddy mind, if he made some breakfast?  Some eggs, maybe some bacon if he had any...  Some toast...?  His stomach growled, and Luke rubbed the sleep from his eyes.<br/><br/>Well...<br/><br/>If Eddy awoke, he would smell something cooking, would hear someone puttering around in his kitchen, and the bed would be empty beside him.