“But why are you hiding<em>here</em>?” Sita inquired in an exaggerated whisper, wedging her face beneath the bed, peering into the dark where she could just make out the ‘Dela-shaped shade.  “This is the human’s – Kevin’s – home.  Don’t you think he’ll find you – us?” She nestled her head and shoulders into the stuffy darkness, leaving her hind-end sticking up and her tail swaying like a silver banner.<br/><br/>“Why don’t we try to get to know him? It doesn’t seem like he wants to send us back… I think.  And if not why don't we try to find the back door?"  Although she spoke the words the thought of fleeing and becoming a "stray" sent chills down her spine... that was honestly the last thing she wanted, even the place they came from was much better than the unknown possibilities of becoming a stray.  There were so many horror stories of what happens to those stray feline people who are caught by the wrong people....<br/><br/>Of course, the laws of the world know that the more you try to whisper and remain unobtrusive the more noticeable you become so it would be only a matter of a few short minutes until Kevin would find them.<br/>