Matt chuckled at the name of the cat, "Cute. Very cute." He never had a cat, he had lived in apartments most of his life and trying to feed himself and his father. Having another mouth to feed was too much. Then he became blind and a pet was out of the question. His heroism kept him from being able to take care of a pet as well. But if he had to choose a pet it would probably have been a cat.
"Don't worry, I've got him. Take your groceries inside and I'll bring this one in. I think another one got further down the hallway but I'm not sure." Matt motioned over his shoulder at the obviously messed up rug further back toward the stairs.
Matt stood in her doorway, not invading her home. Be politely gave her the space she deserved and when she came back for the cat, Matt eased the feline into her care. He smiled at her, "He's a cute one. When did you get the cats?" He was glad she was taking to the lifestyle. "Do you need help unpacking your groceries? Those cats sound like they're getting hungry." He could hear their little tummies rumbling. He would help where he could.