Cathy hesitated for a moment, running through the list of Angel's items and attempting to determine which ones were absolutely necessary. If there were cats at the Hyperion already, she reasoned, they should be able to work something out. Angel, spoiled as he was, would live. Besides, she was anxious to leave.
"No, he'll be fine," she decided with a small smile, lifting the carrier and stepping back through the doorway. Gently, she set it down as she reached for her keys, careful to lock the door. When she straightened, she turned to face Sarah, reaching out to reclaim at least one of her bags.
"So tell me," she began, expression brightening a little as the thought occurred to her, not quite ready to get into the serious matter at hand with her best friend just yet. "How are the wedding plans coming?"