Frank and Jen were cleaning yesterday and found my stash (oops, I mean a stash) of playthings under the couch. I tried to tell them that it wasn't my fault, but they wouldn't listen. So I had to find the culprit.
I had a good guess who was responsible, so I tried to talk him into confessing.
But the suspect wasn't cooperating, so I had to put the squeeze on him.
In the end he got what was coming to him, because I am a fierce mancat-in-training! Just look at those teeth!
