[Veritas]

"All right, this is the Presidential Suite," Rosario, the supervising housekeeper, informed Casey authoritativly as she led her inside. "The hotel's biggest star, Criss Angel, lives up here. Not everyone is allowed up here, even the staff, unless they have official business here. There are a lot of valuable things in this suite, so be extra careful when you are cleaning. Any reports of theft and you will be fired. Understood?"

Casey was astonished at the sight of the enormous suite, filled with arcade sized video game consoles, model trains, awards and other luxuries. She quickly snapped back to attention in a moment. "Oh, yes, ma'am," she agreed eagerly. "I promise I won't steal or break a thing!"

Rosario nodded approvingly. "Good. Now, you start on the bathroom. Remember what I taught you: start from the top down, polish all the fixtures, and don't forget to do the mirrors."

"Yes, ma'am," Casey replied obediantly as she picked up her cleaning equipment and headed for the bathroom. Rosario picked up her duster and swept it across the furniture with professional ease. Casey, meanwhile, had found the bathroom and entered cautiously, not knowing what to expect in such a sumptuous suite. The first thing she laid eyes on, however, made her want to giggle, for there in the marble basin a gray and white tabby cat lounged lazily, its graceful tail flicking idly.

Casey suppressed her amusement. "Well, hello, there!" she cooed. "Aren't you a pretty kitty?"

The cat looked at her in typical feline indifference. Casey scooped it up. "Well, you can't stay here," she told him, "'cause I got to clean the bathroom." She petted the animal's sleek head affectionatly. "You are soooo cute! Yes, you are!"

She gave the cat a kiss and carried it to the bedroom. "Now you wait here like a good kitty, okay?"

The cat curled up in the rumpled bedclothes and dozed. Casey went back into the bathroom and got to work. Well, I guess Criss Angel isn't such a bad sort if he likes cats, she thought.