My mother frowned, "I guess he must have hidden from the Humane Society in the trash can, then when I brought out the garbage last night I must have accidentally trapped him in."
We both felt very bad about that, and mother said she would not call the Humane Society on him again.
A few days later my mother and I were eating breakfast one morning, shen she said, "You know, since that yellow cat hangs around here so much, we should give him a name."
We thought of names like Socks and Tiger, MOrris and even Fluffy, but none of those names seemed to fit. Then, suddenly, the cat made an appearance. He jumped up on the ledge just outside the window next to us!
My mother exclaimed, "Why, that cat is as big as a dog!"
I suggested that we name him Rover, and from then on he was known as Rover the tom cat.
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