Out sounded nice. Out sounded exciting. Out meant maybe the preserve, all those trees, hunting something a little more challenging than dumb squirrels. Teal deer, alots. Finding a nice tree to sleep in, the way nature inten--

--ugh. This was not what nature intended, ever, and she knew enough about this sort of thing to know that you eventually turned back, and, while it's not like she had anything to be ashamed of, she'd sort of rather not have to deal with being stuck outside in all her actual natural glory.

So Rosa sighed again, trying to figure out how to communicate yet again, figuring it wouldn't hurt to give a dubious look toward the door, followed by another approximation of a shrug. Outside of a little bit? And then, figuring she could communicate this one easily enough with by throwing in a yawn, more couch.

She was just a big cat right now. And cats did love them some naps...