*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.

Alex: Is that-?

*He rolled over and got up.*

Alex: Who’s that?!?!