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Back to his human self after his twin sisters Riz and Mel had cast a spell that changed him into a dog, Rand uses the family cat as a way to meet Amanda. None too happy with the idea, Simma goes along with it to get peace. “My, how interesting. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything like this.” Amanda studied the growth on the cat’s nose and turned her violet eyes to Rand. “When did you say you first noticed it?” “Well, I...um.” Rand fidgeted for an answer without telling an out and out lie. He really saw no way to avoid it though. If he told the truth and said about an hour ago, he didn’t think Amanda Livingston would believe him. “Oh, we noticed it started a short while ago.” Bingo, saved by a quick thinking Riz. Rand managed to stifle his guilt over the fact he encouraged his sister to lie. On second thought, that lie slipped out too easily. Something tells me these two cover up a lot of mishaps with fibs. Great, another conversation he needed to have with at least one of the Demon Duo. “Then it seemed to really increase in the blink of an eye.” Riz smiled innocently at the doctor. “When we saw the size of it this morning, we knew he needed to get to a vet—fast.” “I see.” From the way Amanda shook her head in bewilderment, Rand knew she didn’t. “This is really an unusual growth. I don’t know if it’s a wart or a tumor that I’ve never come across.” She stroked Simma along the jaw line as she held his head in her hands and studied his nose. “We probably should do a biopsy.” “No biopsy.” The cat’s shout vibrated in Rand’s head as the animal squirmed. “Can’t you just prescribe a cream or something to try first?” Rand watched the feline’s persistence in twisting his body in an effort to get away from Amanda’s hold. The cat continued to scream at him. “I didn’t sign up for needles or cutting, no matter how horny you are. If you think you had problems with cats as a Scottie dog, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” The cat squirmed even more in an attempt to free the hold Amanda had tightened to keep him on the exam table. “I’ll cut you to ribbons, McAllister, just you wait.” To emphasize his point, Simma’s claws extended, leaving little doubt of the pain he could inflict. “Calm down, I’ll take care of it.” Rand smiled at Amanda. “I mean, it’s tough enough to catch him if he thinks a trip to the vet is involved. I don’t want to make it completely impossible. Can’t we try something else first?” “Well,” Amanda hesitated. “I’m really not sure what we’re dealing with here. If you insist, I can prescribe an antibiotic cream and give it a few days. Then if I don’t see any improvement, a biopsy will definitely have to be done.” Rand breathed a mental sigh of relief as the cat settled down. “Thank you. Yes, let’s give the antibiotic a chance.” “It’s a good thing she’s reasonable, or you’d be slithering out of here instead of walking erect.” Simma fumed on the way to the car. “Somebody get a tissue and get this crap off my nose.” Great. Now the black beast reverted to threats of magic. Rand wasn’t sure which would be worse: Simma’s claws or one of the many spells the cat knew. “I forgot the tube of ointment the doctor wants us to use on you.” Rand placed the large cat on the back seat of the car. “I’ll leave you in the capable hands of the twins.” “Screw the ointment. There will be no more of that crap close to my nose. Simma glared, daring anyone to contradict him. “You better get back in there and ask her out. I didn’t go through all this trouble for you to lose your courage, big boy.” |