My friend's cousin volunteers at one of the branches of the Humane Society. She related this anecdote:
"So, I did my shift today at the Humane Society. They call those poor adoptees all sorts of weird names, so I didn't really think much about the name 'May Bolt'. When I opened one cage, the crafty little cat shot out and hid underneath the kennels. Despite much cajoling on my part and meowing on his part, he refused to come out."
When the vet assistant came to help me out, she said, "Didn't you read the warning?"
"What warning?" I asked.