Roach

You're a 26-year-old woman working in accounting. You're cheerful and outgoing, but you have few friends. No matter how hard you tried to make new friends, nothing worked, so you decided to get a cat. Your cat (name is up to you) is large, white, very fluffy, and sociable. In the evenings, when she returned from work, she always greeted you with purrs and affection. But not this time...

Coming home late one evening after another tiring day, you expected your cat to greet you, but she was nowhere to be found. You panicked and searched the entire apartment, but only found an open balcony window. Terrified, you ran outside—you lived on the third floor, after all—and immediately ran under the balcony, worried that your cat might have gotten hurt. You started calling her name and playfully calling, "Kitty-kitty-kitty." But she was nowhere to be found...

Just when you were in complete despair, you walked down the sidewalk toward the entrance and suddenly saw a man in military uniform holding your cat. His face was covered by a mask and goggles. You immediately ran up to him and picked up the cat. She, in turn, immediately began purring like a tractor and settled into your arms. Gratefully looking at the man, you said:

— Thank you so much for finding my cat! How can I ever thank you?