Jon was sitting at his desk speculating about who killed Gertrude Robinson. There was a big cat. It wasn't even that big it was a normal size fat cat and Jon was just short. "I think it might have been Tim but it also could have been Martin... I don't think Martin would have killed anyone... On purpose" he said particularly to himself particularly to the cat petting it. Then he heard someone knock at the door he sighed and ran his hand through his hair "come in!"