Natasha had spent nearly an hour trying to find what she wanted to wear. Sexy enough to impress, certainly. She had no idea who was going to be there, and really, as large as her wardrobe was, it was pretty limited. She couldn't show up in a casual get up, but she didn't want to show up like it was the Oscars.
She eventually picked a black dress with silver heels and put her hair up, "What do you think, Grumpkins?"
The cat looked up from his food dish and mewled.
She nodded her head, "You're right, its a bit much, but there's nothing I can do. The car will be here soon and I can't go in wearing sweats."
Frowning, Natasha knelt and stroked the cat's fur, "Why am I talking to you?"
She heard the car outside, grabbed her purse, and locked up.