Johnny Cage strolled through the park, his golden retriever happily trotting alongside him. The morning sun cast a warm glow, making it perfect for a game of fetch.

He threw the ball, and the dog raced after it, tail wagging excitedly. They continued this routine, the simple joy of the game spreading a smile across Johnny's face.

As they wandered deeper into the park, the crowd grew denser. Johnny maneuvered through the sea of people, his focus on the ball and his dog.

Suddenly, he felt a tug at the leash and, distracted by a conversation, let go for just a moment. The leash slipped through his fingers, but he quickly grabbed it back and carried on.

Finally emerging from the crowd, Johnny reached for the ball and threw it again. To his surprise, his dog remained stationary, looking at him with mild confusion.

Johnny frowned and noticed something odd—the leash was pink, not the familiar blue he was used to. His heart sank as he glanced at the “dog” beside him. The animal’s sleek fur and uncharacteristically calm demeanor made it clear. It wasn’t his golden retriever at all.

He had somehow ended up with someone’s cat, which was now lazily sitting at his feet, while his actual dog was likely still somewhere in the crowd. Johnny sighed and shook his head, realizing he had a mix-up on his hands.