Bob went down the hallway and opened the door.  He was standing on the other side of it, not noticing.  The door was closed and the light from the outside hallway went in as he pushed it open.  There was a black cat laying in the middle of the floor, and a white cat was sniffing at him.  Both of them looked like they knew him.

“Did you get any?”  He said to Bob, but Bob didn’t answer.  “Well? Did you?”

 Bob looked at the floor.  “Yes.”

 “And?”  said the black cat, stepping out of the doorframe.

 “Bob is a cat!”  Bob thought, in his head.  He had never thought to tell a black cat that he was a cat, and it was just a big mess, because he wouldn’t tell the black cat anything.

 The black cat was not angry or surprised by this at all.  It looked at Bob, and then Bob looked at it.  “What did you get?”  it said, then laughed.

Bob looked at the floor and then at the black cat.  It was the first time he had ever said anything like that, so he didn’t know what it was supposed to mean,