"Not the best looking kitchen." Rachel muttered to herself as she looked.
The kitchen itself was somewhat small, perhaps ten feet by ten feet. There was a small table that nearly took up half of the kitchen; a counter; three cabinets; and a fridge. Out of the curiosity Rachel decided to check out the fridge. As soon as she opened it, she was a little bit surprised. She had expected the fridge to be filled with old, expired, rotting, and stinking food. Instead, the fridge was decently stocked. It was almost as if there had been a family living here, and they had just left an hour ago to go on vacation.
Rachel rummaged around a bit until she found a bottle of water. She closed the fridge, and sat down at the table. Now with L in the shower she could hopefully write something. Without a thought, Rachel placed the notebook on the table, and begin to write.
Cat spotted outside. Cat is young, possibly only a year and half in age. Said cat is black with white around it's right eye; the feet are white, and the tip of the tale is white. Cat has green eyes; is healthy looking. It is 23 inches in length, and weighs five pounds.
This cat has entered through the front door, and has made it's way into the kitchen. It sits down looking up at me, begging for something.
A pitiful mew broke the silence, and Rachel looked down. Sure enough, a cat had made it's way into the kitchen, and seemed to be begging for something.
"Aww, where did you come from? Are you hungry?" Rachel's normally stoic expression had suddenly become one of affection. Only thing was, it was flattened affection.
The cat mewed again; which caused Rachel to write up a small dish of food, and give to the cat.
The cat is eating it's food, and in ten minutes it grows full, and leaves.
Whether L arrived before or after the cat left depended entirely on how long L took his showers.