You shut the door in the poor cat's face and turn away. No sooner have you turned than you hear a loud knock at the door behind you. You're reaching for the doorknob when the impatient knock comes again, even louder. Opening the door, you see a tall bald man in a suit carrying a briefcase. He is standing next to Russell, now also wearing a tiny kitty cat suit, and holding a few sheets of paper in his other hand. He gives these to you, explains that they're court summons, and is sure to emphasize what a terrible sham of a person you are. The date on the paper says, "in about five minutes," so you'd better get dressed if you're going...