Miss An'gel and Miss Dickce Ducote from the new "Southern Ladies" mysteries by Miranda James
"Oh, hush, Sister." Miss Dickce stroked Diesel's head. "He'll think you don't want him here. You know what a well-behaved kitty he is." She giggled. "Not to mention how smart. I'm sure he knows we're talking about him."
Diesel warbled loudly as Dickce continued the pleasurable rubbing of his head.
"See, told you." Dickce flashed a triumphant smile at her sister.
"I grant you he's the smartest thing on four legs I ever did see," An'gel replied. "What on earth will we do if he gets sick or eats the wrong thing? Charlie will never forgive us if anything happens to his cat."
"You are in a mood today," Dickce said. "I'll just start calling you Dour Dora and be done with it."
An'gel frowned at her sister. "I'm not dour, just thinking responsibly, that's all."
Dickce rolled her eyes at her sister. "They're only going to be gone about three weeks. Don't start imagining disasters." She encouraged Diesel to stretch out across her lap. He was so large, however, only about half of him could cover her. "We have a quiet month ahead of us, and we can relax and enjoy ourselves."
"True," An'gel said. August was a quiet month for charity and committee work.
The doorbell rang. An'gel frowned. "Who on earth could that be?"