I have cats. They've never done anything productive. Like, ever. When I read today that they're now foiling criminal cases, I almost coughed up a Cheerio. Did I miss something? How did they squeeze in forensic training between 23-hour naps? I guess somewhere between vomiting up fur and power washing their genitals, they caught a segment of CSI: Wherever. Now, back to bed with you Fluffy.
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