It had been an hour since Grace had begun her rant on cats, and although Zoe had grown tired, she listened to her carefully, absorbing every word that tumbled from the blonde’s lips.

“You know, I really can’t stand you,” Zoe yawned, rubbing her eyes. Her friend’s face fell into a smug smirk.

“Then why are you still listening to me?”

“Because your voice is soothing, plus I get free head massages every time you rant, so it’s a win-win.” She smirked, closing her eyes. She had begun to doze off before she was flicked on the forehead, her hands flying up to protect the area with a soft ‘ow!’ as her eyes flew open again.

Grace cleared her throat, resuming her rant nonchalantly. “As I was saying… Did you know that some cats can jump up to eight feet? That’s taller than you!”