(Author's Note: Just had the idea of expanding Anonymous51's piece.)
Rob stopped next door, in front of Mrs. Peterson's house. She was a warm woman in her late sixties, who worked at a Doctor's office, though in the last few years, she had moved from full to part time.
"Hello, Rob," an unfamiliar female voice said. "Taking Carol for a walk?"
Rob looked around, and saw Cleo, Mrs. Peterson's cat, standing there on her hind legs, holding a bag of groceries somehow.
"Umm...yeah."
"It is such a beautiful day," the cat told her. "I was just out shopping. Miss Meredith needs her breakfast. Would you mind helping me with this bag?"
"Sure..." he said, opening the gate to Mrs. Peterson's yard. Carol could stay there for a moment while he helped....and scoped out the situation. He wasn't sure how this was possible. He hadn't used the remote on Mrs. Peterson.
