Why Is There An Alien Princess In My Room? (ONC 2023 - Alien Romance - Complete)

9: Bobby Goes To Bed

After an exhausting day, filled with naps on the tower of couch pillows, naps on the floor, and naps on the couch, Bobby stretched her paws out in front of her and opened her jaws into a giant yawn. It was time to call it a night.

The living room was empty and dark. The humans must have already retired to their beds. Bobby couldn't quite understand their weird habits, on their feet all day, often running out the door with food in their hands, and then out cold for most of the night. She preferred a more leisurely pace, with naps and snacks alternated throughout the day.

This had been an unusually eventful day though. She'd spotted her nemesis Frances, a fluffy poodle who lived across the street, through the window in the wee morning hours, and then in the afternoon, a green bird had perched itself on the window sill, necessitating for Bobby to yap until it admitted defeat and retreated. Oh, and then there had been the glittering girl who appeared in the apartment, who didn't know how to best serve Bobby her tuna until properly instructed. But the tuna crisis had soon been sorted and Bobby had accepted the newcomer as one of the gang.

Now if only Frances would stop being so fluffy and annoyingly canine, then all would be right in Bobby's world.

On her way past the kitchen, Bobby took a quick snack break to refuel on the constantly available dry food, making sure to check that the bottom of the food bowl wasn't visible. Because that would mean starvation was imminent and she would be forced to alert the whole neighborhood of the crisis by loud and insistent meowing. Usually, Tristan or Brody would appear within minutes to solve the food shortage by extracting the giant bag of foods from the cupboard. Although sometimes Bobby would hear loud bangs on the ceiling before her minions appeared, probably cheering her on in her attempts to alert authorities of the dire situation.

Having sated her hunger, Bobby continued toward the bedrooms. Using her nimble paw, she opened the door to her own room. Now, some might call this Yeong's room, the third roommate who'd she'd only seen in passing, but Bobby would glare at someone making such remarks. This was obviously her room. She was the one who slept on the spacious bed, wide enough for two people or one cat to occupy, every night. She was the one who had decorated the mattress with her orange fur. She was the one who sat in the window and kept guard for menacing fluffy poodles every morning.

But Bobby's room wasn't only hers this night. Upon entering, the cat discovered a glittering entity capable of opening tuna cans sitting on the bed. Bobby couldn't quite understand what Vyrsa was doing there. Couldn't she just share Tristan's bed like the night before? It was so much more convenient for Bobby when her servants stacked themselves in one room. Then she didn't have to go around to several rooms and wake them when she required their services in the morning.

Getting closer, Bobby noticed something seemed to be amiss with the girl on the bed. Her aura didn't appear radiant like a summer morning, when the sun shone at the exact right angle to hit Bobby's window spot, like before but instead subdued like a dreary autumn day, when not even Frances and her owner dared to venture outside. Vyrsa was curled up into a ball, with her arms hugging her knees, and her gaze was fastened at the night sky outside the window.

With the elegance of gazelle—at least in her own humble opinion, although Bobby had only seen gazelles on TV when Tristan had gone on a nature documentary spree—Bobby jumped on the bed, announcing her presence with a "Mreeehhh". Vyrsa looked up with surprise on her face. "Oh... is this your room? Tristan told me I could sleep in here if I wanted. I figured he probably didn't want me in his bed again." Absentmindedly, Vyrsa petted Bobby across the neck and back. Happy about the attention, Bobby started to purr and rub her face against the alien's arm, which was clad in a weird shiny fabric.

Sensing a brightening of the entity's mood upon her arrival, Bobby laid down across Vyrsa's lap. "You're so much friendlier than the cats of my home planet," the alien complimented Bobby while scratching the cat behind the ear. "They just poke people with their horns when they don't serve them properly. None of them would be caught dead laying on someone's lap!"

Those cats sounded like stuck-up twats to Bobby. She herself wasn't above some lap time when it suited her, as long as it included pampering from a caring hand.

"It's all so far away," Vyrsa mumbled, her gaze fastened out the window. She seemed to be looking far beyond the building across the street, where the loathed Frances lived, toward the twinkling stars in the night sky. "I even miss the cats."

Sensing the petting stopping as Vyrsa's thoughts wandered elsewhere, Bobby let out a "Brrhhhh" to remind the alien to keep her hands busy. She wasn't about to share her bed without getting her share of the bargain.

"This planet isn't too bad either though, I guess," Vyrsa told the cat, who really wasn't too interested in these trivial servant matters. Although she always listened patiently when Brody or Tristan poured their hearts out to her. "It has a certain charm...

And Tristan is nice. Too nice really. And kind of cute for an alien boy." Upon hearing those words, Bobby stood up, moved from the lap, and glared a Vyrsa. Was she nothing to this newbie? "And you're of course cute as well, Bobby," Vyrsa added as if she knew what that pointed look meant, and scritched Bobby's chin with a glowing nail. "Although not in the same way..."

With a sigh, Vyrsa lay down on the bed. Resigning herself to the fate of having to share her sleeping chambers for the night, Bobby rolled up in the nook formed by the alien's curled-up legs. Bobby supposed bed-sharing was fine for one night since feline companionship seemed to calm the odd guest.

But Tristan better pull his weight and share his bed the coming night. Bobby may be a gracious kitty but her hospitality shouldn't be taken for granted.

Author's Note: Yep, another cat chapter! I figured it would be a good way to show the sleeping arrangements for the first night in the apartment.

And for readers of my previous story SLB, there may be some familiar faces in the next chapter!