• After my eventful visit to Katrina's house, I sat down and thought carefully. Thirty minutes into my thinking I had somehow pieced it together. "Superman, Batman, Captian America, what do they have that I dont?" I asked my cat, Tramp. He stared back as if asking what I talking about. "All in good time my friend, all in good time." I replied standing up and walking to my room. That's where I took out a notebook and began to scribble in notes and costume designs. I was suddenly thankful for taking sewing class. "Done." I sighed. Tramp came up to me and stared at me then my costume. "Dont worry, I made you one too." I said with a huge grin on my face. "And a voice transmitter thingy so you can talk to me." I continued sliding it on him. "I swear to the lord above, if you put that costume on me I will kill you." Tramp spoke. I smiled, "You talk." "Yeah." He replied. I put the costume on him and he did a look around his body, "This is'nt that bad." "Yeah it was easy to measure your body when your asleep. Oh, I almost forgot, do you want some gadets with that?" I asked opening a drawer behind me. He nodded his feline head and I slipped some inventions in to his pockets. After teaching and practicing the use the furtristic technology I sat down at the kitchen table. "Im gonna wear this all the time." I complained to Tramp. "Yeah me too, but hold on, am I your sidekick?" He asked his blue dangerous eyes clouded up with confusion. That's why I had chosen him, he was a simease persian mix with white and black short fur. He had a dangerous thing about him and I knew he was special. "Yes." I answered. He ran over to his food bowl and began to eat. I equipped a small metal pipe to my belt. I felt like Robin. The next two hours we ate, watched tv, and played around. BEEP BEEP BEEP! My alarm suddenly went off and I shouted,"Tramp im late, hop into my backpack!"