good morning, good moooorning

Valentine slid out from under his tractor to stand for a long moment blinking into the early morning sun. He stretched with a groan that quickly morphed into a yawn and then, with his eyes closed more often than open, the old king circled around the tractor. At its backside was an old metal bucket turned upside down. Still blinking sleepily and moving mostly on autopilot, Valentine stepped onto the bucket and then one of the rotted out rear wheels where he stopped to brace for another yawn. After a round of blinking to clear the yawn-induced tears from his eyes Valentine heaved himself up onto the roof of the tractor's cab. He stood there, surveying his kingdom bathed in the rising sun, nodded his approval begrudgingly, and then turned his back on the cheery scene and flopped down with a dismissive sigh.

There was a soft screeching of claws on metal and Valentine's ears slicked back in preemptive annoyance. Some snuffs, more scratching, a sigh...and then, fuck, he was right; a familiar brown and white striped snout popped over the hood. Valentine growled. A paw with long claws followed the nose and then another. Lefty peeked at him from between her paws, her stupid beady eyes promising she was going to ruin his morning. He curled his lip at her and watched her expression go innocent. She then casually heaved herself up onto the hood and padded over to the cab. Her claws made soft tapping sounds on the glass as she leaned against it and stretched to her full height. "Gee bub what are we gonna do toda-" Before she could finish Valentine swept her off the glass with a swift backhand. There was a soft, satisfying thump in the grass below and then silence.

He sighed. All he needed was a warm bowl of something and his morning would be perfect.