Frances and Samantha Twist were watching their two kittens Saffron and Jasmine being examined by the vet; watching the cats try to climb over the vet as she tried to exam the energetic kittens. Both smiles as the vet does her best to keep the active kitties still.
“Where did you pick these two kitties up?”
“At the local animal shelter,” Samantha answering; “the one located here in Moon Lake.”
“Oh, that one,” the vet responding; “I do some periodic checkups for the animals once every two weeks over there.”
“The caretaker over there said that these two came from one of those pet mills that was shut down by the SPCA recently;” Samantha watching the vet grab Saffron from trying to chew her hair.
“Well they are in fine health,“ the vet answering; “Saffron’s eyes are a bit bloodshot, but that will clear up in a few days.”
“Really,” Frances speaking up; “so that isn’t his eye color?” referring to the reddish orange hue as he climbs back up the doctor.
“No, they are more of a golden amber color,” the vet looking closely; “you will need to bring them back in two weeks for their rabies shots.”
“I’m not changing his name,” Samantha pouting.
“Never said you should,” the vet stating; “it is odd that these little kittens have taken to you two; what with you being weres and all.”
“How so,” Samantha asking, her mind spinning as to why the vet knew she and Frances were weres.
“Pets and weres tend not to get along,” the vet answering; “It’s why I never became a were. I love cats and dogs too much to want to cause them distress with a person not smelling like a person. My brother became a were, when my family moved here to satisfy the town’s rules and all that.” Looking at Samantha; “I still remember you all those years ago sitting on my parents sofa changing into a were-feline while explaining Moon Lake being a sanctuary to weres.”
“Ah now I remember,” Samantha smiling; “your little Annie Hammond!”
“I’m not little anymore;” Doctor Hammond answering; "I grew up."
“What were species did you brother pick,” Frances asking as she picks up Jasmine and Saffron.
“Werecat,” Annie answering; “mom and dad were shocked when they found out Mark was gay.” Escorting the Twists to the front entrance; “after a week or two, you will need to start weening them off of the milk and start giving them canned food. Until then, keep up with the lots of love and attention and don’t forget they will need their rabies shots.”
Frances and Samantha getting back into the car; Frances looks at Samantha just as Saffron and Jasmine begin climbing all over the place.
“You know Doctor Annie?”
“She was ten years old when she, her older brother and parents moved to town,” Samantha answering; “This was when I just starting working for the town serving as an assistance to my predecessor the previous town chancellor.”
“Ah,” Frances understanding as she turns the car over and starts driving; “this was around when we just started living together.”
“You know her brother is dating Jack Johnson,” Samantha stating; “the same Johnson that is prosecuting Julie Stovall.”
Frances didn’t answer. Instead her phone blasts Bad Moon Rising*; the ring tone she selected when her adoptive son Ben calls; quickly pulling over she answers leaving it on speaker for Samantha to hear.
“Hello Ben,” Frances answering.
“Mom will you be home soon,” Ben answering; “Lance Knight came by looking for you. He had one of those scrolls with the red wax seal on it.”
Frances sucked air after hearing Lance Knight and scroll; “did he say why he was calling for me?”
“All he said it involved Elder Council business,” Ben answering; “He left his business card. Do you know what this is about?”
“I have an ideal,” Frances answering; “but I can’t tell you about it. Samantha and I will be home in a few minutes. Is the vacuuming finished?”
“Just a few minutes ago;” Ben answering.
“Good, see you soon Ben;” Frances answering before hanging up. Looking at Samantha; "you know that patient referral I told you had elder council written all over it?”
“Yes,” Samantha answering.
“It’s Benton Knight,” Frances stating as she begins driving again; “he is to be my new patient.”
*Bad Moon Rising is a song by Creadance Clearwater Revival