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Kit arrived at Shelly’s house with two bags over one shoulder: one full of his things and the other with Catsby’s things, as well as Catsby’s carrier in his other hand. He hoped Shelly was serious about him bringing Catsby because he sure as hell was. The girl’s house was nicer than his apartment, which, you know, wasn’t hard to be, but he digressed. Fist raised to knock on the other’s door, it occurred to him all of a sudden that it had been a while since he’d slept over at a friend’s house. So long, in fact, he couldn’t really remember the last time that he had. What if he said something weird or off-putting somehow? What if while sleeping he accidentally let something slip about his extracurricular activities?

He was snapped from his train of thought at hearing a familiar, tiny meow and lifted the pink critter carrier to look his beautiful daughter in the cute face and smiled at her. “You’re the best,” was all he said.

From there, he knocked on the front door without hesitation.