A couple of hours later, Jake was awakened by the tickle of a tuft of hair as rough as iron wire. The tuft of hair was rubbing tirelessly against him, purring like a car engine, and soon Jake had no choice but to sneeze his way up when the long hair grazed his nose.
"Achoooo!"
Looking around in a semi-vigilant state, Jake recognized his cat Crunch, who had snuck back in during his sleep. Instead of returning to his own cabin, the cat had first licked the wok, which Jake hadn't bothered to wash, and then huddled up next to him.
In search of a comfortable position, or simply pestering his master, he had finally woken him up for good. Seeing his cat's innocent expression, but actively licking his lips, he understood exactly what had happened.
"Damn Crunch! Don't tell me you woke me up to cook? "Jake grumbled between two yawns as he began to stretch.
