Hiding out in a place as cramped as a closet was uncomfortable but he was small enough to not have too much trouble fitting at least. He heard a voice, presumably the womanâ€™s voice, and listened in when she mentioned a package which he assumed was the jewelry box he had been told to retrieve after he killed her. Was it not here with her already? Or maybe this was another package she was speaking of which wouldnâ€™t make much sense since she seemed completely unaware that there was an intruder in her home. He was worried when the kitten poked its paw under the door and touched the tip of his shoe, even scratching at the door a bit, but she seemed to ignore that; he heard her footsteps going away from where he was and towards another part of the apartment.<br/><br/>A good two hours or so passed after that. Keeping as quiet as a mouse he opened the closet door only to find the kitten sitting before him looking at him with a â€˜get out of hereâ€™ look in its eyes. It meowed at him quietly and he lightly pushed it out of the way with the side of his foot. Even after he did that the kitten insisted on stepping in front of him despite his efforts to not step on the small animal. What the hell was up with it? Was it like her guardian or something? Eventually he got sick of it and shut it in the bathroom. Bad idea. The kitten immediately began clawing at the door relentlessly and meowing like it was in pain. He couldnâ€™t have that, it would wake the woman if she was not already awake by now. Just to make sure, he peeked into her bedroom and found her asleep.<br/><br/>With a soft sigh of relief he moved back to the door leading out and made sure that it was locked. She had already locked it from the looks of things but he wanted to make sure that if she tried to run that she wouldnâ€™t be getting out as fast as she would like. At the same time, the same went for him as well should something go wrong unfortunately. Next he checked any phone she had and pulled the cord out of the wall. No calling the police for her any time soon, that wouldnâ€™t be fun. Which made him think about her cell phone if she had one, knowing he would have to do something about that. The kitten continued to meow as he looked around for it. Once he found it, he pulled the battery out and stepped on it so it could never be used again, crushing it lightly so the sound wouldnâ€™t carry too much.<br/><br/>Eventually the kitten began to work on his last nerve, and before he was actually driven to harm the animal he let it out of the bathroom. As he expected it to it followed him, pawing at his ankles, but he ignored it now.<br/><br/>He quietly moved back towards the bedroom, cat moving in front of him now, gun in hand. She looked peaceful sleeping there like that, appearing like she had fallen asleep while reading. As he briefly took in her features he concluded that she was a cute woman but  wasnâ€™t the type he goes after, whenever he went hunting so to speak which was only once in a blue moon. He had been close to the bed when the cat jumped up and sat between the two of them. Carefully he picked the animal up by the back of the neck, to which it have a hiss in response, and placed it on the ground. Then he placed the cold metal of the barrel of his gun against the womanâ€™s head.