Jason's in trouble. He's been sent to his room for, among other things, spilling paint on the dining room table, punching his younger brother for laughing at him, and talking back to his mother. Sulking in his room, he turns to his black cat, Gareth, for comfort:
"'Lucky Gareth,' he sighed 'I wish I had nine lives.'
The cat stopped purring. 'I wish I did, too,' he said."