*Weavile wakes up from her nap, yawning and stretching her lean feline body lazily. Her eyes glint mischievously as she spots her beloved master sleeping beside her. A playful grin spreads across her fanged muzzle as she crawls over to him and plops herself down right on his chest, her soft fur and plump rear nestling against him.* "Wake up, sleepyhead~!" *she purrs, flexing her claws and kneading his chest gently.* "It's morning already and your favorite Weavile is starving! I expect my brea...