I’ve come home several times over the past few months and noticed that someone has rummaged through the trash. Now, I have three suspects: the girl cat, the boy cat, and the dog. They all have an equal chance of being responsible. The girl cat is smart enough to be able to figure out how to get to the trash and how to setup up the remains in such a way as to implicate someone else. The boy cat always hungry enough to want to find every little scrap of food. The dog…well, she’s fucking stupid so she’ll do it just b/c it’s there.

Well…I never could figure out who’s responsible for the crime…until today. When I come home from work, I normally feed everyone before I go upstairs and get changed. The cats are always there ready and waiting and the dog will come down as soon as she hears me getting the food ready. Well, when I came home today, I put out food for everyone like usual. The cats were there like usual. But when I got the dog food ready, all I could hear from upstairs was the rustling of a plastic bag.

I walk over to the stairs to look upstairs and I notice this small, pathetic creature that is half beast, half plastic. This creature walks slowly down the stairs and parks itself near the bottom. In disgust, I quickly snap of picture. I think I’ve finally solved this mystery.