Oof. Jonothons were not generally made for walking over, and he had to bite back another small bout of flailing until he could safely scrabble his way out of bed. There, no more being climbed on.

//Of course that's Joni. And of course she's small. She's a kitten, yet.//

The small child knew Joni. Okay. So this wasn't a case of her being in completely the wrong room. And...

... He was still trying to get his head around the 'blue' parts.