ENTRUST A COOL NEIGHBOR WITH THE HONOR OF WATCHING YOUR CATS. THEY MUST NOT GET NEAR THE SICKNESS.

You conclude that entrusting a cool neighbor with the task of caring for your cats would be the best idea. You're not sure what kind of person would ever even consider surrounding their cats with so many germs, and especially in Roz's house of all places. She is a dangerous woman, but you like that.

As soon as you find your keys you head to the living room closet to pull out your cats' carriers. With a bit of coaxing, you manage to get them into their carriers, but you have a bit of trouble with Lagoon since he thought you were trying to play with him. You were not. You are a man on a mission.

As you squat down and watch your cats glance around before eventually returning their attention to you, you begin to feel very sympathetic. "I'm sorry," you say softly in an attempt to comfort them, "but I can't take you with me. I'll be back in a few days though so you don't have to worry." Since they are only cats, they don't appear to acknowledge your words in any other way than them being a bunch of sounds that catch their attention. You don't really mind that, it helps ameliorate your guilt enough for you to remember the nice qualities of your neighbor. It's very reassuring.

Once you feel that you're ready, you open the front door and turn off the lights, afterwards locking the door. You pick up the carriers by their handles and head to your nicest neighbor's house, struggling to ease the door shut behind you.

You are pleasantly surprised to see that you caught her while she's outside and tending to her flowers. She's a pleasant woman, tanned from her time spent in the sun with lovely, wavy brown hair slightly past her shoulders. It fits how friendly she is and the cute, frequent smiles she offers to everyone who stops to converse with her. As soon as she hears your footsteps approach, she turns her head and looks at you with her deep, green eyes. She glances at your face, to your carriers, and then settles with keeping her gaze to your face again as she stands up from the grass, brushing off her yellow sundress and her knees. Taking in her appearance, you notice that it ends just above the knee and dips at the chest, exposing her acceptable cleavage. You spend a moment admiring her legs and see that she's also wearing white flats. She must not care about her nice clothes getting dirtied.

"Good morning Dane, it's nice to see you so early! Are you taking your cats somewhere?" she inquires with a smile.

"It's always a pleasure for me as well, Jasmine," you smirk slightly, then gesture to your carriers. "That's also what I came to ask of you since I've had sudden plans placed upon me today. I would like to know if I may entrust you with the task of watching my cats for the next couple days while I'm out taking care of my sick friend. If you are not up to it, I understand, though I trust you the most."

"Ohhhh!" she drags out in understanding. "Of course! Please come inside. Do your cats need any special treatment I should be aware of?"

She begins walking to her house, leading you into her living room. You notice that her house smells of cookies, she must have made some recently, but you do not ask. Instead, you focus more on her taking the carriers out of your hands without your offering and gently setting them down beside the couch.

"No. And you've no need to worry about cat food, I always make sure to be prepared and store a few cans in the pockets on the side of the carriers. I wouldn't want to be too much of a burden."

She politely and playfully waves off your words. "Oh, you don't need to worry about that. You could never burden me, Dane. You're always so kind to me, it's only right that I do good for you too."