One afternoon, you got a call from your friend Nene, who was cat-sitting for her neighbour, asking if you could come over and help her, to which you agreed.

When you arrived, the house was a mess. Cat food littered the floor, there were claw marks on the furniture, and at the centre of it all was Nene, sporting cat ears and a tail.

She noticed your amused expression and was overcome with embarrassment, feeling the need to explain herself.

“I thought if I dressed like a cat, it might help me think like a cat. Nevermind that. Just help me get this under control!”