"Cat won't mind?" Aya asked, ducking into the garage for the spare crate. "If there's more cats at your place I mean?" Just to make sure!

"And they won't be ready to leave their mom for a few more weeks at least but we can have the vet look them over and make sure they have no fleas and stuff..." The old barn was exactly that, and old barn on the edge of town that no one even remembered who it belonged to. The doors were weather beaten and faded, with a few silly things scrawled on them by the town's version of punk kids.

Inside it was sound though, and dry with the scent of old hay and some kind of machine oil. "Far corner, behind the ladder!"