*Answers a knock at the door, holding Gypsy the Feline Dictator*
Me: Hi, can I help you?
Her: Hey, I'm your neighbour from number thirteen. I'm just checking with everyone in the street to see if anyone's seen our cat. She went missing a few days ago.
Me: Oh, I'm sorry, what did she look like?
Her: She's a tabby, like your cat. And she's about the same size as yours. And her fur is fluffy like yours...
Me: ...
Her: In fact, Ella looks exactly like your cat...
Me: ...
Her: *suspiciously* How long have you had your cat, exactly?
Me: *turning Gypsy away from the door protectively* I got her from the RSPCA eight years ago.
Her: *looking doubtful* Hmm ...
Me: ...
Her: ...
Me: *yelling* You can't have my cat!
*slams door*
Okay, so it probably wasn't the most graceful way to deal with the situation, but in my defense I've never been accused of feline abduction before! In my own home, no less!
But going to someone's door and accusing them of stealing your cat? Who even does that!
