The vet's office is brightly lit, and cheery, with comics like the ones Chuck has hanging on the walls. Many of them are labeled "Pet Avengers" and "Super Pets."
It's definitely Chuck's kind of vet, and it seems like he is the vet's kind of Chuck, much to Sarah's chagrin.
She's petite, much shorter than Sarah herself, with dark brown hair in a pixie cut and big green eyes. Her name is Doctor Joan Eckhart, and she gives Chuck big, far-too-friendly smiles while she gives the Colonel his check-up.
"So have you ever had a cat before?"
"Nope," Chuck says. "Actually I'm kind of allergic. So The Colonel here is my first cat.
Sarah is about to chime in; to say she's never had a cat either, but Doctor Joan Eckhart doesn't wait.
"Well, thankfully there's allergy medicine for that," she says, giggling a little. "I think you're really gonna love having a cat around. They're such good companions; friendly but independent. Intuitive. And this little guy is so adorable."
She rubs behind the Colonel's ear, but he bats her hand away and meows, before trotting down the examination table to Sarah, staring up at her beseechingly.
They've only had him a few days, but he's definitely growing on Sarah.
She finds herself grinning a little and scratching the Colonel under his chin. "It's okay, kitty."
The good Doctor might be flirting shamelessly with her husband, but at least the cat likes Sarah better.
"Well," Doctor Joan Eckhart says breezily. "I see that he's already attached to you."
Chuck gazes at Sarah and it makes her feel warm and a little nervous but good.
"Who wouldn't be?" he says softly.
Doctor Joan Eckhart clears her throat softly and gets back to giving the Colonel his check-up. He hates it and he squirms and bites at the Doctor's hands.
After he's given a couple of shots and then a clean bill of health, they take the Colonel home, and once they let him out of his pet carrier (one of a myriad of new things they've bought in the last few days), he goes bolting to part of the apartment unknown to hide and lick at his wounded pride.
Sarah sighs and sits down on the couch. "So thanks to Doctor Flirty, the Colonel now is up to date on all his shots."
Chuck nods. "Yep. That's- wait, what?"
"You didn't notice that the vet was flirting with you?"
"She...but...I..."
Sarah shakes her head and has to smile. She remembers a little that this is normal for him; that he doesn't really catch on to these kinds of things. She kisses his cheek and gets up. "What do you want for lunch?"
Chuck just sits and stares, bewildered. "Uh..."
"I'll make omelets," she tells him.
He stops and gets to his feet. "You will?"
"Mhm."
"Oh. That's...that sounds great..."
She frowns and turns to look at him. "You like omelets. Is that right? I think it's right." Suddenly she feels unsure, and fidgets a little.
"No. No no no I love...I love omelets," Chuck says, nearly leaping forward. "I do. Do you...do you need any help?"
Sarah sighs, relieved, and grins. "I've got it."