Indecisive.

The sleek hair of her body and the flexibility of her in the present cat form that she is in, Renee easily snuck into an apartment.

Timothy was not in the house yet.

I should honestly stop sneaking into his house without telling him first. Renee thought to herself.

Renee went to Timothy's house phone and put a call through to his mobile phone.

"Renee?" He asked over the phone, his voice not really showing certainty.

"How did you know?" Renee asked, shocked that his first guess was her.

"Well, because no one would break into my house and then call my phone number, from my phone, except you " he chuckled through the phone.

Embarrassment filled her face as she realized her mistake. "Fine, Sherlock. I am here now, so please be fast."

"Okay dear, I'll be with you shortly. " Timothy cut the call.

Renee sat in her living room, her fingers tapping anxiously against the arm of the sofa as she waited for her friend Timothy to arrive. He was like a brother to her, someone she could alw