Since they were already up, Clint could as well take care of the necessary. Just as lazily dressed as yesterday he went to the kitchen, always with an ear to the bathroom, in case Natasha needed help, and prepared breakfast for Liho.

Even while he was still on it, he heard the familiar meowing outside and shook his head a little, rolling his eyes. Much too used to it already. He'd have to talk to Angelina sooner or later about little one, make plans for when they were leaving. His housekeeper would hopefully keep an eye on her, that would make the good-bye a little easier. Somehow he tended to stumble into certain caretaker situations lately, without really knowing how it had happened...

This time he made very sure that there wasn't anything breakable or eatable in the living room before he let little one in. He could have fed her outside of course, but since Natasha was already hugging the toilet again, maybe she would feel a little better with the kitten near.

It was too early and Natasha probably too sick, so he didn't bother with breakfast for them, only got two new water bottles ready and then busied himself a little with sweeping a small layer off dust from the furniture. And of course there was already kitten hair too.

"You could really clean up after yourself, you know", he grumbled in Liho's direction but wasn't rewarded with more than a twitch of her tail.