Tristan punched his fist against the wall. His kitten, Fluffydoodles, was no where to be found in the house. The little kitten was his favorite and most prized possession in the world. At night he cuddled with the small adorable fur ball and soon would fall into a peaceful slumber. His friends and relatives didn't realize how much he loved the kitten thinking that being a man of twenty-three years old wouldn't hold such childish affection towards a pet. Armed with a large salami stick, Tristan went forth to interrogate likely suspects.