Discouraged, you sit on the corner of your porch and slowly groom yourself. You will have to sit there for a little bit until your cat loving sister arrives. She had left early this morning.

About an hour later, a blue car pulls up in your driveway. The door opens, and your sister walks out. You run to her expectently and begin to mew softly. She gives you a quick glance, then smiles and begins to pet you. You love the gesture and begin to purr like a motor boat. Suddenly, your front door swings open and your mother walks out to see your sister petting you. She immediatly begins to scream and yell and throw things at her. You are frightened and hiss in distrese. Your sister picks you up and holds you tightly.

"MOM!" she yells. "What's the matter with you?!?"

"That mangy furball was sleeping in John's bed this morning and now I can't find him anywhere! That cat probably ate him!"

"Ate him?" your sister replies in disbelief. "Mom! Can't you see this is him!" Your mother looks at you closely. What does she do now?