The Cat Story
So Michelle, who's one of son Chris' housemates, tells me about how she's woken up in the wee hours of pre-dawn by her cat Khan fighting with another cat on her bed.
Problem: Khan is the household's only cat.
So Michelle figures a stray cat has managed to get into the house. She picks up the young stranger by its scruff, goes to the front door, and tosses it out. Then goes back to bed.
Some hours later, Michelle is having coffee when Chris wakes up and stumbles from his own bedroom.
Michelle: Chris, did you maybe let Khan into the house when you got home from work last night?
Chris: Urrrrrggghhh... coffee... no.
Michelle: Did you maybe think you let Khan into the house?
Michelle: Because there was a strange cat fighting with Khan, on my bed, way early this morning.
Chris: Oh. Sorry. I brought a new cat home last night.
Michelle: [very, very long pause]
Chris: Where's my cat?
The Good News: The cat, a 6-month old kitten with flamepoint markings, was found in the oleanders beside the house. Since Khan is still fighting with the new cat at every opportunity, the new kitten has been named Kirk.