I'm not interested in your love life. But I do
want to know what sort of home environment you'reoffering, your degree of commitment...
Guess I wouldn't need the cat if...
Patience forces a laugh, fills in a ZERO and passes theclipboard to EDNA. The woman puts down the cat food, slipson the reading glasses she wears on a chain around her neck.
The application is mostly a formality. I have a
sense about people.
Well, I've always liked animals.
Cats specifically. I mean, I love them... worshipthem, even.
EDNA seems satisfied, returns to reading Patience's answers.
THE MAU, meanwhile, comes around a corner into the room,
peering curiously at Patience --who dangles her handinvitingly. He rubs his face against her hand.
PATIENCE smiles, coos at the cat --which grabs her hand hardin his CLAWS. PATIENCE stifles a yelp, yanks her hand back.
Son of a -
Nothing... handsome cat. I've never seen one like
THE MAU jumps into Patience's lap, settling in. Edna,
surprised and almost suspicious, eyes the cat.
Her. That's Midnight, an Egyptian Mau. Normallyshe doesn't trust people -
EDNA reaches a hand toward MIDNIGHT --the cat's fur stands
up, she HISSES and SWIPES at Edna.
See? Even I can't get near her... Very strange.
(glancing at theapplication)
So. You left out your parents' address.
Well... they're both dead.
No hereditary illnesses, I hope.
Private plane crash. I was eleven. Actually, thelast thing they gave me was a kitten... Fatso.
EDNA sucks her breath in at this insulting name.