So five minutes ago I'm sitting here in the study tapping away on the laptop when I hear a thud and the crinkle of plastic. Worried that Fiver had gotten into the garbage or the cat food bag (again), I poke my head out to see what's up. And there's Fiver sitting in the middle of the hallway, where he's dragged the half-a-head of lettuce I forgot to put back in the fridge after lunch. Thankfully, it was still in its bag and he'd only pulled off one leaf, so I figured it was clean enough, but really. I have a cat that will steal an entire lettuce off the kitchen counter.
There you have it: the power of literature.