“I’m a cat. I respect the sanctity of sleep.”
“A female's body should be looked at and respected as something divine. At least, that was the original thought, but time marches on, and the sanctity of the sacred body is no longer sacred.”
“Cats love to sleep softly.”
“Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.” Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. “Did you sleep with him, too?” Magnus’s cat eyes widened. “Alexander!”
“Somebody needs to pet me, and I guess that somebody is me. My cat is busy sleeping.”
“One of the ways in which cats show happiness is by sleeping.”