Caturday started out like any other Caturday. Like any other day. I was working an important case.
But my whiskers were twitching. Something in the office wasn’t right.
I suspected my office had a plant.
One plant I could handle. Two plants just made me mad. They think they can occupy my sill and I’ll look the other way? Think again, you potted pissants.
But I couldn’t let on that their cover’s been blown.
Eliminating the plants would require careful planning. I needed to research thoroughly. This book turned up nothing but a dead end.
The Internet would be a better source for learning how to eighty-six the leafy menace. If only I knew how to type.
Careful planning always makes me sleepy. It’s a character flaw.
But now I’ll need to sleep with one eye open.
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