*Alex yelped a bit in surprise, but after a second, he hugged him back.*
Meemya smiled, nuzzling them both.
*They both purred happily.*
Alex: What’s gotten into ya, eh?
"Technically my daughter Opal is one of you." Meemya said.
Alex: We saw; she’s wicked cute!
*He chuckles as Mike tries to break free from the hug.*
Meemya lets Mike go, and smiles, and says jokingly, “Careful, this is her dad you’re talking too.” Meanwhile, Opal had still not moved, her neck bent at a funny angle. Arthur yawned, sitting up. He stretched, glancing at Opal. He then turned to look out the window. Half a second later, he left off the bed, and rushed over to Opal, yelling for help. She blinked, but everything below her head couldn’t move.