Adelle climbed out of the car and, while Chris went up to open the door, She picked up as many of the bags as she could carry. Top priority being Tigger's litter box and the bag of cat litter. She dreaded to think what the poor cat had been up to while they were out.<br/><br/>By the time she staggered upstairs, loaded down with bags and boxes, Chrissie had the door open. She heard her talking to someone, and a voice that was vaguely familiar but she couldn't quite place answering. She heard Chris introduce her, but she was all but dropping the stack of heavy boxes and so hurried passed with as cheerful a "Hi, nice ta meetcha" as she could manage.<br/><br/>She headed into Her's and Chris' bedroom and dropped the stuff on their bed, then sighed with relief. Tigger jumped from the top of the wardrobe and she scooped him up. "Hey there moggiekins. Did you miss us?" She cuddled the cat, trying to hold back the ever present tears. The black cat purred softly and nudged her chin with his head. "You hungry, Tigs? I bet you are." She stood up and carried the cat towards the kitchen.