One day Randy was in his apartment when he heard a strange sound
"Meow"
He opened his door and he saw an orange cat sitting in the hallway.
"Meow," said the cat.
"Excuse me," said Randy, because raccoons don't make any sound, "Are you ok?"
"No, I'm not," said the cat, "I had some diamonds but now I don't know where my diamonds are. Do you have any diamonds?"
"Sorry," said Randy. "I don't have any diamonds. But I have some shiny things."
"Oh," said the cat, "Can you show me your shiny things? They could be mine too."
"OK. Come in and I'll you show you my shiny things," Randy said because he was very polite.
The cat came in to Randy's apartment and Randy showed her his Shiny Pizza. "This is my best shiny thing."
"Hmm," said the cat, "Is it expensive?"
"No," Randy said. "But it is very shiny!"
"Yes, I think that is yours," said the cat, "What else do you have?"
"Well, there are some pieces of glass which are shiny and colorful and also some tin foil balls," Randy answered.
"Oh," said the cat, "No those aren't mine. Don't you have anything expensive?"
"I don't think so," said Randy. "I shop at the garbage cans. And I don't have any money."
"Hmm," said the cat. "I think I should look for my diamonds in a jewelry store or some place nicer."
Randy said, "I don't think your diamonds are in a jewelry store. Those diamonds belong to the store. They are theirs. I think if you ask the salesperson at the diamond store, he or she will say, 'Those are our diamonds.'"
The cat said, "Look, I don't have any diamonds. I want some because I love them so much. That's why I ask people if they have my diamonds. So they will give me some.
"Oh," said Randy. "That's not very nice. Maybe you could look for diamonds in the garbage. That's where I get everything!"
"Cats don't like garbage," the cat said.
"Wow!" said Randy, "I don't understand. Raccoons love garbage very much. It's our favorite thing. What is your favorite thing?"
"Diamonds," said the cat. "Maybe gold too"
You can have my glass. They look like diamonds. A little bit."
"No, those are yours. I need diamonds."
"Well, if I ever find any diamonds, I can give them to you." said Randy.
"You are very nice. My own diamonds. That would be very nice. My name is Katie. What's yours?"
"My name is Randy," Randy said.
"Good to meet you. I live next door so you can give me diamonds anytime you want. Or gold."
"OK, I will. It was nice to meet you," said the cat and went back to her apartment.
The cat left and Randy closed the door. He looked at his shiny pizza and his other favorite shiny things. He looked at the biggest piece of glass he owned. It was very shiny and bright and clear.
"Hmmm," said Randy. "That doesn't look like glass. I wonder what it is." Then he thought about his new friend and thought, "I wonder what diamonds look like?"
A New Friend