The Case of the White Kitten

The CBS radio workshop dedicated to man's imagination, the theater of the mind. The theater of the mind. According to Funk and Wagnos, deaths standard dictionary of about 83,000 words and phrases and 1200 pictorial illustrations, a mystery is something unknown, unexplained, or incomprehensible in its nature.

The definition could add that nobody likes a mysterious situation indefinitely, including the police whose job it is to make the unknown known and to apprehend the incomprehensible. And so it is tonight that we present George H. Faulkner's story of a mystery.

It now can be told. The case of the White Kitten are seen a police station in the suburbs of a large city, possibly the city of New York. And my name is McGonagall. I ain't a cop.

I'm a police officer. Dooley sworn to uphold the laws of this state, be they good or be they lousy, such as they may be. And once upon a time there was a small white cat or kitten which it got lost.

Said small white kitten or cat which it got lost. Hey, hey, McGonagall, what is this? Who you talking to? Upside, Brennan, and get your chin off in a desk rail. Oh. Now, once upon a time there was a small white cat or kitten named Blanche, which means white and French, Brennan.

How would you know, talking to your cell eye? According to secret but recently declassified files of the Schorfield Township Police Department Third Precinct. This here in our small white cat or kitten was three months old when first apprehended in 1954, two years ago.

Previous record, none. Occupation, cats. Color, white. white, including the ears. Sergeant McGonigal, you are positively nuts. Brennan, I am not nuts. Not whatever. I am testing. Just testing. You know, one, two, three, four, woof.