The delivery man - obviously not the brightest crayon in the box, anyway - looked at Kevin thoughtfully. "Hmm..." he said. The man had a point - the delivery man's boss would let all hell loose for the mess-up, not to mention the place where they usually picked up the cat. The leading lady could be quite a nuisance and wasn't very forgiving. Also, so far everything had gone by smoothly... the previous person hadn't even twitched and neither had the cats. With some luck, nobody would even notice and nobody would blame him, either.<br/><br/>"You can rename your cats to whatever you want, sir," he said eventually and handed Kevin the board to sign his name for the received delivery. Nobody would ever find out - it was the best way to go. He left Sita's and Suadela's bags carelessly in the driveway, went back to his van and drove off. The rest of the afternoon, he'd be delivering parcels, vegetables and some sealed documents  - and he preferred that over living freight.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Suadela lay still pressed to the wall in the bedroom, crouched to the darkest corner under the bed. She had just tucked herself in right, so as to be the smallest form she could possibly manage, when Sita's voice reached her alert ears. "I am here..." she whispered after a small second of hesitation. "There's enough room for two, but hurry!" she urged her friend. Humans were exceptionally slow with everything, especially chasing cat-girls, but there was no need to stretch the risk of being discovered by thug-man any time soon. "Come on! And be<em>quiet</em>!" Dela urged. She laid her own head against the bed's wooden leg, her nose breathing in the warm wooden scent.<br/><br/>Secretly, she was very happy that Sita had also managed to run here and they could hide away together. At least then she didn't have to worry about her companion. They'd feel secure down here... and warm and safe together. And they were both dark enough to not be so easily spotted - or at least Suadela thought as much, wasting no thoughts on electrical and battery-driven light sources or the fact that furniture wasn't bolted into the floor and therefore moveable.