"Look, Enid, Leo's home, aren't you happy to see him?" Enid opens her right eye briefly and shuts it as she continues her cat nap, curled up warm in a little ball naked on Angela's couch."

Leo sighs in frustration, Enid is in his favorite spot again and he can smell the lasagna cooking and he knows he will be lucky to get half a serving, "Angie, enough is enough, Enid is not a real cat, and even if she was, she is not our cat, why does she get to eat all our meals and sleep on our couch?"

"Shhhhh, Leo, don't start, you will upset her, you are going to make her scratch you again.

We have been over this, during her last webcam session she worked very hard being the kind of cat all her viewers could enjoy watching. The psychologist said we need to support her until she no longer believes she is a real cat and recovers. This is only temporary. Now go ahead and take the lasagna out of the oven and put it in her bowl, Enid, baby, please eat, if you won't atleast try to take a bite I will assume you are still sick, Kitty, and I will need to take your temperature."

Enid purrs as Angela rubs her around her ears, face and neck, she awakes suddenly by the sound of her cellphone. Enid lays flat on her bed realizing she is bottomless with a thermometer stuck in her rear end. She withdrawals the thermometer and charts her temperature as she swipes on her phone and answers not recognizing the number, "Hello?"

"Enid Kelly, this is Cal Luken from MicroMiracles. Sorry, to call you at this early hour. I am delighted to inform you we have a special opening for you in a paid medical study we are conducting measuring and and contrasting vaginal and rectal basal temperature fluctuations in young women at peak fertility. You will be paid 25,000 a week and continue to have paid leave at work for the entire time you will be with us."

"Naaa, thanks, I am good with just doing the one study with my homegirls, I appreciate the offer though."

Cal becomes silent, "...So no one else has heard the news, yet? Your head nurse, Annie Willows, was found dead last night in her bed. As you might be guessing, I feel just awful about the whole thing. I have cancelled the study for obvious reasons. "

"Well, shit... You are telling me you aren't going to have Angela and us participate in the study?"

Cal continues, " I hope you can understand the bad optics of the situation. We had given Miss Willows a rather unfavorable critique and we are feeling rather uncomfortable pressuring nurses who worked under her lead to redo a study she headed?

"Yeah, I guess so, but Angela and I already signed nondisclosure agreements, and I don't want the hospital to, you know, lose funding."

Cal reassures Enid, "Never gonna happen, we would never want our business ties cut at this point. Could you do me a favor and not mention any of this until I contact, Mike, first, I hope you understand?"

Enid rubs her neck, "You mean about canceling the study?

"Well, yes that and his head nurse passing away. I feel it is insensitive that he would be getting that information secondhand from me, you know."

Enid nods, "Yeah, yeah that. I heard Mike chewed her out pretty bad last night, it wouldn't surprise if police found her overdosed with suppositories just to prove a point...Don't worry, I won't say anything."

"Well, um...thanks. The offer still stands about your paid study though."