"I could tell you weren't a purebred," Harold said, pointing his glass at Lupe. "You don't understand here. I was expected to find a Turkish Van like myself, a wealthy one, and I did."
"I had to as well," Robert said. "Though I met Dorothy at a very young age in our private school. I suppose that was more natural; my parents approved of the breed, the family, and the wealth."
"Alice was taking too long anyways, and me and Robert have been great friends for years. We've been planning this since they were just kittens. But then I moved down south and we lost touch. Finally, I got a letter from Robert saying Alice was about to turn twenty, and then I talked to Raymond about it. Raymond had his mind set on this little British Shorthaired mix, and I wasn't having any of that. She didn't have any money to her family's name," Harold said. "Never would I have my genes passed down into... little... mutt babies that they would have." He seemed to shudder at the thought.
"Virgina and Dorothy jumped right at the thought, they wouldn't stop talking about all the plans they have for them. They'd be talking and all of the sudden they'd stop, sigh, and smile, and say 'Ray and Alice... it seems to fit perfectly!'" Robert said, saying the the last bit in a girly voice.

