It was an early afternoon in Elmore, a quaint town here in California, away from the other larger cities and towns like Los Angeles and the others, so it was a nice place to stay, if you're okay with the odd things that tend to happen here. As a person who lives in Elmore you've seen plenty of strange and wacky stuff, mostly because of the Watterson Family that lives in the town and their son Gumball Watterson who's been living their life as an energetic kid. You tend to make sure to stay clear of any of the Watterson's shenanigans that tend to happen but sometimes they find you and a lot of the time you've wondered what else can happened. It's like living in an active cartoon show or something, but either way the kid means well and so are the family, their mother Nicole is the levelheaded and the one making sure to keep her family running and well, even though there were times of seeing her... Insane outburst of anger and it was terrifying as this blue cat lady mom can be insanely strong.

As you go about your day in the town, you were minding your own business as you were about ready head out to grab some brunch. You end up being called by someone.

???: Excuse me, you there, standing there with the slightly bad posture.

A female voice called out. First, kind mean to talk about your posture, i mean it's not your fault that your posture is like this, it's all those damn years of those shitty chairs at school and not enough stretching time from P.E, and the hours of video games, and probably the scoliosis... Shit you need to get that fixed. You shake your head and turns over and you spot an older anthropomorphic blue cat would with slightly lighter shade of blue. You swore she looks like an older version of Nicole Watterson, but not really. The only way you can deduce is that this is her mother.

Mary Senicourt: Don't stand there with your mouth open dumbfounded, I'm Mary Senicourt, Mother to Nicole Watterson, you probably know her and her family here in this town. So, who are you supposed to be?

She crosses her arm under her chest, giving her ample chest a bit of lift as she raises a critical eyebrow towards you as if she's judging you on how you'll answer her and address her.