Kitty: It's time for Rosie to go to bed. Mary: I'll come and help you.
Bea: Grandma Anika says Rosie is her favorite girl. Why does she say that? Riddick: Well, she's an old lady and old ladies are a bit funny about babies. Bea: That's what Mary said, but it's not just that. Is it because Kitty is Rosie's mom for real? Riddick: Yes, I'm afraid it is. I suppose you already know that blood relations are very important for felines. Bea: I know. I think it's stupid.
Riddick: I guess you also know that most felines would consider you to be better than Rosie. Bea: Because of that pedigree thing? That's stupid too. Riddick: I agree. - Bea, does grandma Toffee also say Rosie's her favorite? Bea: Oh no, she likes us all. Riddick: I'm sure grandma Anika likes you too.
Mary: Bea has been a bit upset about what Anika always says. Kitty: You mean the "favorite girl" thing? I have noticed it too. I've been trying to make her stop, but it's like talking to a wall. Does it bother you? Mary: No, not really. She's not my grandma and not even my kind. And she's nice enough. Besides, I can understand why she does that, although I think it isn't fair.
Kitty: I'm happy to hear you're all right with the situation. Don't worry, we'll figure out something to make Bea feel better. Mary: Kitty, have you noticed that Rosie doesn't seem to like Anika? At least not as much as she likes your mother. Kitty: So I'm not just imagining it. I thought I was.
Mary: I've been thinking... What if Rosie starts showing her dislike in other ways than just puking all over Anika? Kitty: What...? Are you saying... she did it on purpose? Mary: Looked like that to me. Kitty: I didn't notice anything... Mary: You were too busy cleaning up the mess and trying to get Anika to calm down. Kitty: Let's hope it won't get worse. - I think you should go now. Rosie won't go to sleep as long as you're here.
Later that night: Riddick: We need to do something about your grandma. She's upsetting Bea. Kitty: I know. I talked about that with Mary. She doesn't mind, but she also said Bea is upset. Riddick: How about we practice some favoritism as well? Your mother doesn't seem to have any problem treating the girls equally, so maybe we should ask her first when we need a babysitter. Kitty: Grandma is going to have a fit. Riddick: Let her. Maybe she'll then understand how Bea feels.
Kitty: Mary said grandma isn't Rosie's favorite. Riddick: Hadn't you noticed? Kitty: I thought I was imagining it. Riddick: You weren't, but there's no need to worry about it as they get along fine anyway. Kitty: I guess you're right. - I thought everything would be perfect when mother and grandma were so happy when they saw Rosie for the first time. A perfect feline baby. If only it was true...
Riddick: It is. She may not be a perfect feline, but she is our perfect little baby, no matter what. Kitty: You'd think a baby who doesn't cry would be wonderful, but I'd give anything to hear her cry. Riddick: You shouldn't worry about it so much. Neither of the doctors could find anything wrong with her. I'm sure she'll be fine. Kitty: It's just so hard to believe it... Riddick, that specialist Doctor Johnson mentioned... Riddick: I think you should call her. He said she's the best in her field. Maybe there's something she can do or at least tell us what's wrong.
Some days later: Kitty: You know, when Doctor Johnson told me about a specialist, I had no idea it would be you. Catsy: Of course you didn't. I changed my name a few years back. Buried the past for good, so to speak. Kitty: Um, speaking of the past, I hope it's not going to be a problem... you know, what happened... Catsy: You mean Chase? Not at all. It wasn't your fault and it certainly wasn't Rosie's fault. Kitty: I'm glad to hear that. So, how do we proceed?
Catsy: You'll need to bring Rosie to the clinic for some tests, but as I'm here I might as well have a look at her. It could make the testing a bit easier, if she already knows me. Some children can be a bit afraid of the new environment. Kitty: Not Rosie. We haven't yet found anything she would be scared of. Catsy: I'm not surprised. Kitty: What do you mean? Catsy: You do know that children inherit characteristics from their parents?
Chase: Kitty... Oh, it's you. I thought you'd already be dead or something. Catsy: Kitty, do you always leave the door unlocked? I know this is a nice neighborhood, but still, anybody might get in. Chase: I see it already happened. Kitty, what is she doing here? Kitty: Catsy is here in professional capacity and you're disturbing. Chase: Catsy? Catsy: That's the name now.
Chase: So, you changed your name. I guess the old one wasn't fine enough. Catsy: I don't really see how that is any of your business. Chase: Changed the way you speak too. Quite a transformation from trailer trash to... what? Kitty, what exactly does "professional capacity" mean?
Kitty: She's a specialist and we hope she can help Rosie, so I think you should go now. Chase: Specialist? Help Rosie? That... that... Oh, this can't be real. Kitty: It is. Go now. You can come back later.
Kitty: I'm sorry about that. I had no idea she was coming. She never calls, she just shows up. Catsy: It's all right. When I came back here, I knew I would run into her sooner or later. My being in town will probably cause her more distress than the other way round. - Now, where's Rosie? Kitty: She's upstairs with Mary and Bea.
Catsy: Do they understand how big a problem this is? Kitty: Mary does, but I think Bea does not, even though we have talked about it. I was hoping we wouldn't have to tell her just yet, but grandma... Catsy: Said something she shouldn't have. So, she's still the same.
Abby: What are you doing here? Zeke: I want to talk with Ruby. Abby: I'm not sure she wants to talk with you. Besides, I once told you not to come here or have you forgotten? Zeke: No, I haven't, but I thought it would be better to come here than visit her at home. I will go as soon as I have talked with her.
Ruby: Zeke? What are you doing here? I thought you were... Zeke: We need to talk. Ruby: I guess you're right.
Zeke: I saw you with some short blonde guy the other day. Who was he? Ruby: Are you spying on me? You have no right... Zeke: I'm not spying on you. I saw you going to a restaurant with him, that's all. I haven't been in the woods all this time, you know. Ruby: You still have no right to ask me about any guys I've been out with after you left. Zeke: I suppose you're right. So, the only question left is whether you think we could try again, you know, start again from the beginning.
Ruby: I'm sorry, Zeke. I just cannot. Zeke: Why? Ruby: You scared me. Badly. I can't be with someone like that. I've had enough of being scared. You know that. Zeke: I know. I was hoping... Ruby: Even if you could promise that you will never do it again, I'm not sure I could trust you on that. But you can't promise, can you? Zeke: I suppose not.