Bill's wife was in one of the cages holding a black kitten.
The man put his arm around Bill.
‘I don’t know, Tom’, he said. ‘But choosing a cat is always best left to a woman. To you and me, a cat is just a cat’.
When they got home, the cat climbed up onto Bill’s chest and shyly made herself at home by starting in and nibbling his beard.
The idea of telling a lie was very far away.