John pulls a small leather collar out of the bag. Strange, he always pictured dogs wearing collars, but obviously cats wore them too. John shrugs, "It couldn't do any harm." He takes the collar and fastens it around his neck. The instant he did it he regreted it. The collar tightened slightly against his latex skin as he fought fruitlessly to get it off. The clasp fused shut and John felt the collar meld into his latex. "Uh oh..."
Tugging at the collar, John suddenly realizes he probably made everything much worse. Ah well, his basic problem is the same. He's still a nude latex tiger trapped in the airport.