It is cold at home. We sleep warmly dressed. I get up before everyone, so I don’t turn on the light in the room.

I slowly sit down... I feel that in the process of sleep some socks are lost... A-a-a, he’s here... I bow down, I grab the socks – and suddenly he suddenly rises over the couch and opens up the huge green eyes... I sharply shake away, I fall my head on the elbow... Maybe it’s still a dream?

It turned out that the cat from the cold stuck under the blanket so that only a part of his head was left in sight, which in the dark seemed to be a socket.

The beast was offended and went under the bookcase without breakfast.
I would be in his place too...