Sita watched her companion with sleep-heavy golden eyes.  She had managed to fall asleep during the relatively short car ride to their new owner with her head tilted onto Dela's shoulder (which left a lovely red print on Sita's cheek).<br/><br/><em>"Sita! It's wood!"</em><br/><br/>"Well, of<em>course</em>it's wood... what did you expect?"<br/>She managed to say around a wide, sleepy-tear inducing yawn.  The grey-eared cat turned her head enough to catch the delivery man in profile with his clipboard, the clipboard almost looked like a playing card in the hulking man's hands as he silently glowered at Dela's delicate nail marks that had scraped away enough paint to free the wood beneath it.<br/>"I don't think you should do that, Dela..."<br/>Sita added quietly, glancing up to the great door and the massive house attached to it.<br/><br/>"Shouldn't we ring the doorbell or somethin'?"<br/>