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(Scene: Dr Mau's office--fancy fixings et al. Zoom in on Dr Mau in her armchair.)
Receptionist: Dr Mau, your two o'clock appointment is here!
Dr Mau: Send her in . . .
(Enter Demeter . . . and behind her is Munkustrap)
Dr Mau: You must be Demeter . . . (looks at Munkustrap) And this is?
Munkustrap: I'm emotional support for today.
Demeter: He's my boyfriend--sort of . . . He's been very supportive!
Dr Mau: How sweet . . . But conferencing supposed to be a little bit more private you know?
Munkustrap: Just pretend I'm not here . . .
Dr Mau: Fine. Okay, Demeter, tell me more about your problem.
Demeter: You can call me Demi . . . Well, I'm sort of . . .
Munkustrap: Paranoid. Sorry--forget I ever said anything . . .
Dr Mau: (ignores him) Go on . . .
Demi: It should be in that file I sent you--I have this fear . . . of-of someone . . .
Dr Mau: Who?
Munkustrap: She doesn't like to talk about it.
Dr Mau: I thought you weren't supposed to be here?
Demi: It's all right Munku, I can talk about *him* . . . Though I swore I sent the info to this office last week . . .
Dr Mau: You did--I just want you to actually talk about your problem.
Munkustrap: She doesn't like to talk about it.
Dr Mau: (ignores him again) But you're here now to talk about it.
Demi: (gets agitated) It's . . M-M-Macavity. I keep thinking he's going to jump out at me every second of the day!
Munkustrap: Breathe Demi, breathe!
Dr Mau: Now that wasn't so hard was it? Tell me more about your relationship to Macavity.
Demi: Uhmm, I'm not really sure . . .
Dr Mau: How can you not be sure? Here in your dossier, you said he could be either your ex-boyfriend, your *father*, your *brother*, or "none of the above"? How can you be not sure of *those* facts?
Demi: I-I can't seem to recall my childhood very well . . . Some things I just can't remember . . . Sometimes it seems like he was my boyfriend and sometimes he was Bomba's boyfriend--
Dr Mau: And Bomba is?
Demi: My sister.
Dr Mau: Are you sure?
Demi: Yes! Uhhhh--well, I'm pretty sure . . .
Dr Mau: Everlasting Cat . . .
Munkustrap: (gets defensive) She gets confused sometimes. (They have a mushy huggy moment)
Dr Mau: This is getting waaaaay too coy for my liking . . . (pulls out a whistle and blows it)
(Enter two large toms in security-guard uniforms and they drag Munkustrap out)
Munkustrap: Demi!
Demi: Munku!
Dr Mau: You can quit the Titanic routine now. It's too melodramatic for the viewers and quite frankly, it's giving me a toothache.
Demi: You're *not* a very nice person, are you?
Dr Mau: What tipped you off? Mister Second-in-Command was being overprotective--and getting on my nerves. Anyway, my philosophy on curing or helping cats with their fears is based on facing them--
Demi: I try to *stay away* from Macavity, not face him!
Dr Mau: --So I've brought in someone familiar . . . (door opens and Macavity comes in)
Mac: Hi Demi . . .
Demi: Macavity! (practically jumps out of chair)
Dr Mau: Now, Mac, what is your relationship with Demi?
Mac: Well, I'm actually . . .