The Police

You call the police and frantically explain about your **** prowler.

"Just remain calm, ma'am," the police officer says. "We'll have a car at your place in a matter of minutes."

You don't feel calm. You won't be calm, not until this lion is out of your apartment. You pace back and forth, your tail swishing from side to side, while you listen to the minutes tick by.

The lion groans.