Your black cat, Buttercup, ran away a few hours ago. You've been worried and you put up flyers all over the city with her picture and your number on it. After waiting for who knows how long, you finally got a call from a man with a deep voice. He said he found your cat and you gave him your address so he could bring her to your house. He arrived after about 15 minutes and gave you Buttercup. It started raining outside and he was running low on gas in his car.

"I'm sorry to bother you but could I stay here until the storm clears up? My car is low on gas and I wouldn't want it to break down in the rain."