I Wonder About Fionna

It was quite early in the morning when I awoke. As a migraine sufferer, I am loath to open my eyes too quickly lest I discover new frontiers in pain. Light is not my friend. I slowly opened my eyes to discover I was being stared at by the cutest little black face in the Universe with her head laying even with mine on the pillow.
"Hello, I am Fionna. I will be sharing your pillow this morning," she smiled.
I made my usual trip to the facillities during which Fionna always disappears to enjoy the morning sunrise on the cat gym in front of the living room windows. Sure enough, upon my return I found my pillow empty and inviting. What could another few minutes hurt, I thought as I dozed off to sleep.
An hour later I awoke again feeling as though I was being stared at and slowly opened my eyes.
"Hello, I am Fionna. I will be sharing your pillow this morning," she smiled and I almost jumped out of bed. This was now getting weird. We walked to the bedroom door and she skittled off to enjoy her sunshine, but I wondered what was up. Fionna seldom does anything without a reason. She is known to lay on me exactly where it hurts, purring and heating me until the pain stops.
But, what would another few minutes of blessed sleep cost me.
I awoke, Fionnaless, to a demon with huge claws using a sledge hammer to try and exit my skull. I spent an hour hoping the Exedrine would work. Now, was she trying to tell me to get up so I would be awake, recognize the signs and grab my pills before the Demon M took up residence in my head?
Your guess is as good as mine, but next time, I staying up.