Everyone has their vices. I just found out the cat's biggest vice. Beer. Ice cold barely legal beer. Last weekend I setup a trap in my basement consisting of a refrigerator with a case of beer placed on the middle shelf. When I heard some commotion going on down there around 2:11 am I quickly got up and ran down the stairs to find this cat passed out from pounding beers. Using handcuffs, I chained him to the pipes for questioning when he sobered up. Waking up around 8 am, I went down to check on him and he had disappeared, leaving nothing but a business card. The business card had only one word on it, Cat.
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Almost had that GD cat behind carrying crate bars. Well done Thom cat, perhaps next time you will forgo the cat naps and bring this dastardly dipshit to justice. Good work, please post any intel you were able to dismantle from the Cat's dastardly facade.
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling someone came and helped the cat. Whilst looking around my basement in further detail this week, I found a patch in the shape of a question mark. This may have fallen off of the questionable man's suit. I have entered it into evidence.
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