The MAU watches as, ACROSS THE STREET, a BUS pulls away fromthe curb to reveal a WOMAN in a HOODED WHITE PONCHO
--the outfit recalls the high priestess of Bast.
The HOOD is thrown back, revealing PATIENCE PRICE, 25-35,
attractive but inclined to conceal her looks --hair over her
face, baggy clothes under her poncho. She's cautious, eagerto please, to do what's expected of her
--a bit of a doormat.
Patience looks up from an address scribbled on a scrap of
paper, and straight toward the cat on the roof --almost as
if she'd sensed its presence. She smiles.
THE MAU holds her gaze for a beat, then slinks out of sight.
EXT. EDNA'S HOME -DAY
An eccentric, ramshackle home amongst neat, well-kept houses.
PATIENCE moves to the front door, RINGS. As she waits, she
notes the lawn GRASS grown high, CLIMBING CAT SCULPTURES onthe shingles. A SIGN by the door: "FELINE RESCUE SOCIETY."
EDNA POWERS opens the door on a chain. She's 50-70, a former
academic, intelligent, charming, but quite intimidating.
Hi, Edna Powers?
(off her nod)
I'm Patience Price, I called about adopting a cat?
I saw your flyer at my vet's office -
Oh yes, do come inside.
EDNA undoes the chain, opens the door for her.
INT. EDNA'S HOME -LIVING ROOM -DAY
PATIENCE, out of her poncho, fills out a questionnaire on aclipboard. Numerous CATS roam the premises. Feline artwork
and curios, scratching posts, furry toys... cat paradise.
EDNA is putting out DRY CAT FOOD in numerous BOWLS.
You may call me Edna.
Edna. Some of these questions are... kind ofpersonal. Do you really need to know how many, um,
partners I've had in the past year?