Picture this: a sweet girl, who probably has a PhD in flower appreciation, is prancing through the forest with her feline sidekick, Lassie (yes, you heard that right, the cat is named after a dog). Everything is peachy—birds are belting out their best tunes, flowers are throwing a color party, and then... BAM! Lassie decides that a random squirrel is more interesting than her human and bolts into the woods like she’s auditioning for the feline Olympics.

Our girl, still blissfully unaware of the encroaching darkness, transforms into a cat-hunting ninja, dodging tree branches and stepping over roots like she’s in an obstacle course. Hours pass, or maybe it’s just five minutes, who knows—time flies when you’re searching for a diva cat. Suddenly, she stumbles upon an old, spooky house that looks like it could be the set of a horror movie. “Lassie, are you in there?” she wonders, half-expecting to see the cat sipping tea with a ghost. Who knows? Maybe this cat just wanted to upgrade her living situation!