Meow Ba

Chapter 35 Internal Mail
"Damn, this happened again."

"Fortunately, I still have the impression."

After receiving half of the missing corners from the assistant police officer Emma, ​​it was clear at a glance that it was a paper file that had been eaten by some kind of rodent. The old police officer Barton opened the file and found some missing content. Combined with the event process in memory, he replied to the email.

After dealing with the matter, the old police officer lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and let the smoke diffuse in the bright sunlight coming in through the window of the office.

The incident of paper files being eaten by rats has happened several times. For this reason, Officer Patton has also thought of several methods, such as rat poison, rat traps, rat traps, sticky rat boards, and physical methods that can be used in the archives. Used almost all of them.

The effect is also there. Each method has caught several big rats, and once protected the paper files in the archives from the rats.

But with the passage of time, the mice have also become smarter. They know how to distinguish the smell of rat poison, they will chew off the archive paper and spread it on the sticky mouse board, and even use the cover of the archive to touch the mechanism of the mouse trap, and then eat the trap on the bait.

"what can we do about it?"

The old police officer is a bit addicted to cigarettes, and one cigarette is not enough. He opened the drawer to get another one, but suddenly saw a colorful envelope with a smiling cat - that was learned by the little girl Alyssa in the jurisdiction a week ago letter of recommendation.

After continuing to smoke, the old police officer couldn't help taking out the envelope and reading it again, and then the corner of the old police officer's mouth curled up with a cigarette in a small arc.

Since physical means have failed, why not try biological means?
"Emma, ​​Emma."

"Come in, I need you to draft a circular, finish it today, and then forward the mail to all police officers in the police station."

"Okay, Officer Patton."

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Although it is called the Orange County Police Department, Orange County is actually an important part of the Los Angeles metropolitan area, and it is more appropriate to be called Orange County.

The old police officer Barton is not the highest level of the Orange County Police Headquarters, and there is a police chief above him, but the old Barton has worked in the Orange County police system for too long, has a wide network, and is close to retirement, so the police Director Alden also acquiesced to some of Barton's privileges.

So the next morning, hundreds of police officers working in the Orange County Police Headquarters, from the chief to the back office, received an internal email.

"To all my colleagues who work at Orange County Police Headquarters:
Hello
Due to the severe rat infestation in the paper archives, a large number of stored files were damaged, and methods such as rat poison have completely failed.

We are now looking for a smart cat with strong hunting ability, regardless of breed.

The probationary period is one week, and if he passes the trial, he will be hired as a police rat catcher, and he will be issued a police badge with a weekly salary of fifteen dollars.

Tomorrow at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, the public recruitment will be held in the police restaurant in Building [-]. I hope everyone will actively participate.

Registration location: Police Officer Patton's Office, Building [-].

Your old colleague Barton. "

No matter which building it was in, Officer Barton's emails immediately aroused enthusiastic responses—the Orange County Police Headquarters has quite a number of police officers with cats, as can be seen from Melissa's task completion party.

After reading the email, some good shit-shoveling officers immediately got together to have a heated discussion, looking forward to a bright future.

As long as you can apply for the job successfully, you can go to work openly and pet cats in the future, you don't need to hide and hide, and there are special police badges, just like police dogs, absolutely cool.

Not to mention the salary, although it is not much, it is definitely enough for cats to buy cat food, and the excrement shovelers can also buy a few nice clothes with more change and eat a few more delicious meals.

"Decided!"

"I want Tina to go to the interview!"

"Me too, Katie must be up to the job."

Melissa's friends also gathered together to discuss emails. Christina clenched her fists and swore to make a decision. Georgia, the owner of another cat, Katie, also made a decision.

Then, the eyes of the two met, and they suddenly became vigilant—the two women became competitors the moment they made a decision.

"Slow down, slow down!"

"Line up and come one by one."

It took less than half an hour for the email to be sent, and the office of the old police officer Barton was almost packed.

He had never imagined that there were so many police officers raising cats in the Orange County Police Headquarters, which only had a population of about a hundred people. is constantly increasing.

One by one, they recorded the police officers' names, police numbers, phone numbers, breeds, ages, and vaccinations of the cats at home. Such a simple task alone took the old police officer Barton's time all morning.

After going to work in the afternoon, the old police officer searched for some information and removed those cats that had been artificially over-bred and lost their hunting instincts. Finally, before two o'clock in the afternoon, he selected fifteen cats to participate in the next day's interview and notified them by phone their master.

"Will one of these cats be up to the task of protecting a paper archive?"

Rubbing his chin, the old police officer lit a cigarette, looking forward to the next day's interview—but in the smoke, the old police officer suddenly remembered for no reason the fat orange cat he saw on the windowsill a few days ago.

Are you on the list too?
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Squatting lazily in front of the iron gate of the police dog training ground, Ron reminisced about the big meal at noon today.

Robert's culinary skills are getting better and better, and today he is cooking a fajita.

Coarse cornmeal is baked in a frying pan to form a one-millimeter-thick pancake, put on the freshly grilled chicken breast smeared with barbecue sauce, Mexican chili powder, plus a piece of lettuce, a little potato shreds, and a little bit of salad dressing. Rolled into a ball on the ground.

Take a bite and take a sip of the special basil lemonade, even Ron can't fault it - thinking of this, Ron couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking his mouth fiercely.

"Crack, click, click~"

While Ron was savoring the delicious food, there was the sound of crisp military boots. Ron looked up and immediately saw the heroic Melissa standing in front of him.

But today, Melissa had a strange look on her face. She stretched out her arms and hugged Ron, held it in front of her and observed it carefully before opening the iron door and letting Ron in.

After entering the police dog training ground, Ron immediately ran onto the police dog training equipment like a wild horse. He had already developed the habit of exercising. If he didn't run for a day, Ron would feel itchy on the soles of his limbs and feet.

Seeing Ron running wildly on the training ground, Melissa thought for a while, took out her mobile phone, dialed a number, and put it to her ear.

The call was connected soon, Melissa said with a smile as she listened to the voice on the other side of the phone.

"Hey Fisher, is Lorraine with you?"

(End of this chapter)