~ Los Angeles, the Cliffside Villa ~
JoAnna is walking toward the garden and rubbing her shoulders. It's chilly in late October and she forgot to bring a jacket.
"How many times I told you that I am not a veterinarian?" JoAnna asked Sarah impatiently as soon as her sight landed on Sarah.
"I know… I know…" Sarah said guiltily. "But Kitty is not well and I don't have anyone else to call."
JoAnna paused. "You said that she is bloated, and now she is not well? Which one is it?"
"Both. She is bloated and sleeping more than usually. Isn't that a sign that something is not well?"
JoAnna rolled her eyes. Sarah always overreacts when it comes to Kitty.
"Didn't you give her constipation medicine?"
"She is not constipated, this is different." Sarah said matter-of-factly, and then clarified: "I have Eve following Kitty's routine, and I know that Kitty did number two at least one time every day for the last week how much I'm tracking her."
