No such luck. Ghoul can sometimes be a heavy sleeper, but all of that flies right out the window when his comfort is being disrupted. Like now- his warm fuzz is moving away, and that almost immediately annoys him awake. It's bullshit, that's what it is. Everyone always thinks they can take his pillows and his blankets and whatever else whenever they damn well please, he's sick of it.

He grumbles angrily as he throws an arm out to yank his shit back, cracking an eye open seconds later.

Only to find a large cat nearby, not a blanket. When the situation sinks in he lets out an exasperated sigh, mumbling a sleep-slurred wordmash that could possibly be something along the lines of fuckin' serious? before he gently tugs a bit of kitty's cheekfluff. Just to antagonize him.

Fine, maybe he also gives it a little scritch afterwards. It's a cat. It's there. It must be petted, even if only briefly. It's a law, sorry.