There was a time when there was a white horse called Heather. Our story starts in the morning, when she just woke up. Heather made her bed and crossed over to the kitchen to grab her favourite cheerios, when a cat had just been thrown through her window. “What was that?” Heather said unusually casually for a witness whose house had been broken into by a cat. The cat stood up. “Sorry! Just came back from Mexico and I skydived from a plane to get here because I took the wrong one.”  the cat said, rubbing her hands. “Can you believe Karen Smith was there?” “Who’s Karen Smith?” Heather asked nosily. The cat stared at her as if she had gotten 2+2 wrong. “You DON’T know who Karen Smith is?!? She is just THE one whose dad invented TOASTER STRUDEL!” she roared. Heather stared, stunned at the fact a cat had just broken into her house and told her about a girl named Karen Smith.