Cathy had been biding her time curled up on the couch, a quilt pulled over her and an arm slung almost possessively over her newest box of tissues, laptop set aside on the coffee table. Very unfortunately for her, it wasn't long before she dozed off, the tissues displaced by a certain mutt puppy who assumed his position under her arm, taking his place as guardian over the actress as she fell prey to the mystically-induced nightmares yet again. The knock at the door wasn't enough to jolt her from her not-so-peaceful slumber...but Cerberus, verbally berating the person on the other side, was. For such a little guy, he had a loud mouth.
Rushing to the door, she paused only briefly to check the peephole and slide the deadbolt before turning the knob to let Jaenelle in, a grateful smile appearing. "Hi," she greeted hoarsely, breaking off to clear her throat and try again, trying to coax a little more sound from her voice. One foot balanced while the other kept the puppy, waggling his tail excitedly yet still giving the newcomer hell, at bay. "You're a lifesaver."