Alone in the house, enjoying the quiet. A sudden noise, like something being displaced. Sure one is alone, one tenderly looks around. The noise does not return, until one is sure it was one's imagination. Then it comes again. It is upstairs! The walls seem seem slightly bent as one tries to grapple with the "what if's?" that might be causing the noise. Would it be foolish to call someone? Grab a potential weapon? Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, one faces a Rubicon of whether to go up and into danger. The noise again, and then movement! A rush of regrets one didn't just leave, and then the figure shows itself! It is the new family kitten.