Tinsel was an adorable mess. Her brother and best friend, Couscous, was missing! Just like Yams! Just like Tabasco! She mewled and cried and searched the whole house for him, but she could not find him.

Tinsel ran back to Mother, who had (oddly) decided not to aid Tinsel in search for Couscous. Tinsel collapsed into her mother’s white fur, kitty tears streaming down her fuzzy kitty cheeks, “He’s gone Mother gone!”

“I know, I know.”

“Why wouldn’t you help me look?”

Mother sat Tinsel down and groomed away a stray whisker, “Because I know what happened to him.”

Tinsel was aghast at the revelation, her skin pale underneath her gay fur.

“He found a home.”