That's right. How'd you guess? You're NOT a cat! What a clever scheme that was, eh? All that while, all the clues pointed to "cat." But you knew better. No simple ruse is going to foil you, no-sir-ee! While all the others saw "cat," you saw "hairy guy with no manners who has an awkward interest in bestiality."
Oh, wait. That's not right at all. You're wrong. It was a cat. Sorry, for a moment I forgot.
Generally, this is the time when I tell you how you die. But, this one time, I'll spare you. You didn't die. You're just wrong. Now, keep in mind that sometimes being wrong does mean dying. Say, for instance, a friend of yours says, "I wonder if we could cut our heads off and still live?" If you were to say, "Yes, of course we'd live. Didn't you pay attention in biology class?" and then forge on to actually prove your hypothesis, there is a solid chance that you would die. Die because you were wrong.
But not this time, but only because I'm sparing you. You won't be so lucky next time.