Bernadette rushed toward the front door of her flat, as the bell rang again.  She was still wearing her old flannel nightshirt because she had woken up two hours late.  Holy Mother!  She had forgotten that she had a new potential flat mate coming over.  She was beyond nervous, since that last three had not worked out at all.  Her sudden appearances in the bushes outside the flat, sans clothing, had not helped.  How was she to explain that she wasn't crazy, but was a werewolf?<br/><br/>She had only been in the flat for a month, and there were still cardboard boxes in the parlor, stacked up.  Bernadette had been working over time at the pet groomers, what with Christmas coming.   Everyone wanted their precious little darlings to look perfect for the big day.<br/><br/>She was a comfortable plush woman, without being fat.  Her brunette hair was still up in curlers and she hadn't put her makeup on yet.  Talk about not making a good first impression!  She smoothed her pajamas out before opening up the door to the flat.  Sticking a hand out with a sigh she said "Helllo there.  I'm Bernie.  Nice to meet you."