Especially when someone is at the door...

"Ohfodaluffafuk!" James moaned as the doorbell rang for the third time, "I's too early fo' dis shi'!"

Next to him, Siena murred softly, licking the side of his face as she woke up, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Not now, Siena," James said, kissing the lioness softly on the lips as he sat up, carefully shifting Nihra off his chest as he rubbed his eyes, the doorbell sounding again, "There's someone at the door who I have to kill if they have a clipboard and a large crate."

James glanced back at the three drowsy felines that were splayed out on his bed as he grabbed a t-shirt from the floor, pulling it over the ever increasing number of scars and scratches that covered his chest and back. It had now been a little over a week since the two lionesses had come to live with him, and only a few since Nihra had also come to be part of their household. Sighing, James wandered downstairs sleepily, calling out as he picked up the crowbar he had left on the hall stand, holding it just out of sight by the edge of the door as he pulled it open.

"Okay! I'm here!" he shouted as the door bell went mad, wrenching the door open as he prepared to strike whoever was standing on the other side, "And this had better not be another "package", or so help me I will... Oh, hello."

The redhead grinned up at him in terror as she clutched the clipboard to her chest, taking a step back and tripping on the large crate just behind her. She gave a shriek as she fell over backwards, gasping when the strong hand grabbed her wrist.

"Woah, watch it," the teen who had been threatening her only seconds before said, "You could hurt yourself."

Elizabeth could only smile at the boy as he pulled her back up right, inspecting the box behind her as he knocked against it with his knuckles. Apparently pleased when nothing knocked back, he suddenly hoisted the huge crate onto his shoulder with ease, carrying it inside before glancing back at her and asking, "So, you coming in or what?"