but i never found out about O, Y, I, and V

I'm snuggled into my warm bed, nestled amongst down and flannel. I'm dreaming of a man I've just met who comes from abroad. His name is Red Green Blue Camp David (but his friends call him RGB for short).

A grey-striped fur-bearing mammal gets on the bed and starts whispering sweet nothings into my ear, things like "Don't you usually get up around now?" and "Don't you think I'm especially good?" and "If you're up anyways, would you mind scratching behind my ears?"

And another morning begins. The sun is out, the frost begins to melt, the bed is made, coffee flows.