Psych!

Personal Log, Lt. Jen Lee 9901.27

Jen sits on her comfortable chair in the living area of her quarters. She sits in full uniform, hair pulled back at the nape of her neck. Her right knee bounces up and down until her right hand snaps off the arm rest and pushes her knee down. Her eyes flicker to the cat sitting by her feet. The cat sits looking up her, eyes unblinking, head slightly tilted to one side.

"I know I'm an idiot. I shouldn't be nervous."

Her knee starts bouncing again. With frustration at herself, she vaults from the chair and starts to pace. The cat doesn't move, but follows her with it's eyes. Jen rolls her head first to one side, then the other, attempting to lessen the extent of the tightness in her muscles. Only a few slight pops are heard.

"Look, Ophelia ... don't give me that. I can talk to you just fine." Jen rolls her eyes heavenward, knowing how she sounds. "But you know I'm not good with new people. Let alone a psych evaluation." She takes a deep breath and inquires the time.

"The time is 1825 hours," the computer responded.

With a start, Jen realized that her appointment was in five minutes. With one last quick check to make sure her uniform was put to rights, and her hair appropriately pulled back, no spinach in her teeth, she turned to the cat. "OK. This is it. Be a good girl, and I'll see you when I get home."

The cat just looked at her, yawned, and walked into the bedroom.