Criminals

Semiannual smoke alarm check day. 

Walk into an apartment and find a cat sprawled out on the carpet, basking in the sun, sound asleep. 

It's a No Pet Property. 

Whip out my phone to call the resident and when she answers I tell her, "I see you have a cat, but this is a no pet property." 

She quickly replies with, "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have a cat."

I look down at the purring feline rubbing up against my calf. "I'm looking at it now."

"Well, it's not mine. I don't know how it got in there." 

Makes sense. Someone totally broke into her apartment, set up a litter box in the kitchen, a food bowl in the hall, and a five-foot high cat gymnasium thing in the living room. 

Darn criminals.