- zaiter. called pernilla. oskar       
 sighed. shame, such a good car.         
    the crooks in the car said: luxury   
   car! one would brobably get a zillion  
                for it.                  
                                          
        zaiter had licked a little       
   "translation powder". then he was a    
    bout to say "i want to go home" in    
  cat's language, but instead it came out 
  as human language. it was the doing of  
         the translation powder.         
   he crawled ahead in the back seat.   
         he said: - drive home!         
  - why would i?                        
  - because i am armed!                 
    ok. they returned the car, put the   
    crooks in prison, and had thrown a    
           party for the cat!            
                                          
                 the end!