The culprit always returns to the scene of the crime.
The Case of the Missing Kanzler Sausages
There are suspicions, but nothing to prove yet.
I must have dropped the Kanzler sausages I bought from Alfamart in the living room.
Not knowing that, I dozed off while drawing in my studio.
In the middle of the night, I woke up and went upstairs to my bedroom.
There, I found the torn-up packaging of the Kanzler sausages scattered across the floor.
Someone—or some cat—had stolen my sausages.
Worse, salty food is bad for cats’ health.
I put all five of my cats under suspicion.
But the prime suspect in my mind was Fotocopy.
He has a long rap sheet of similar crimes, including multiple attempted ones.
He’s always lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to snatch human food.
This is an expected scenario.
Fotocopy pulls the sausage out of the bag, and the other cats quickly gather around.
Jam7 tries to snatch it, but sensing danger, Fotocopy grabs the whole sausage in his mouth and bolts upstairs.
On the second floor, he gets to work unwrapping the sausage.
The others sit around him in silent agreement, waiting for him to finish.
Out of the four mini sausages, Fotocopy eats one and a half.
Jam7 manages to snag one for himself.
Bintang Laut, with her tiny mouth, gets about half.
ByPass sniffs it for a long while before finally eating around half as well.
Jam7 and Fotocopy, having devoured their portions, start prowling for more.
While everyone else is chewing on chunks, Cumicumi quietly picks up the fallen crumbs.
In the end, they all groom each other peacefully, as if nothing ever happened.
Detective Conan once said, “The culprit always returns to the scene of the crime.
Sure enough, Fotocopy was the first to enter the bedroom.
I had my suspicions, but I couldn’t just accuse him without any solid proof.
So I pried open Fotocopy’s mouth and took a sniff.
The stench was so bad I nearly passed out.
What on earth did he eat?
It kind of smelled like sausage… but also kind of didn’t.
Since the smell wasn’t exactly conclusive, I let him off the hook — for now.
Next up was ByPass.
He always wears the same expression—like he’s saying, “I know nothing. I remember nothing.”
With innocent eyes, he suddenly started kneading — as if that alone could clear his name.
Surely, a cat this cute couldn’t have stolen a sausage.
Then Bintang Laut walked in.
This cat is always treated like a princess by her older brothers.
Since a princess would never steal a sausage, she was cleared of suspicion.
CumiCumi, who’s timid, didn’t even dare to enter the bedroom and just wandered around the upstairs living room.
He’s the lowest-ranking cat and can’t even get to his own food bowl.
He probably arrived late and only ate a few bits dropped by the others.
The true final boss had yet to make his move.
It was none other than His Majesty Jam7 — the cat who even outranks me.
All the other cats had gone upstairs, but Jam7 remained completely still.
Was he just full and resting?
I went back downstairs to ask him.
He seemed a little wary of me — maybe because he had a guilty conscience. Still, no solid evidence.
I failed to catch the culprit.
In the end, it was my fault for dropping the sausage.
