Before Greg went to bed, he cracked the window a bit.  Now, early in the morning, he is awoken by a furry surprise: the owner's cat Millie has climbed up the creepers, into the second-story window, and into bed.  Of course, snapping awake, all Greg knows is that something is pawing at his feet, and it takes a minute to register that it can't be Oliver or Jude (they’re surely sleeping at home across the pond), so he jumps panicking out of bed. 

Once everyone settles down, Olivia opens the door to let the cat into the hallway, but she seems to think our bed is a pretty good spot to be and refuses to leave.  She sleeps with us until the smell of breakfast wafts up from downstairs, at which point she hops down and meows until we open the door for her.