666 >Mew Mew: look at yourself

You look down at yourself.  You're covered in a thick coat of Chicago Valentine.  It covers you from head to tails.  Speaking of tails, why don't you have a tail?  Because tails are strange and that would make you a furry.  Now, how none of the rest of your getup is anywhere near furry material is a mystery nobody will ever answer.  The whole, "furry" answer is what you presume of yourself seeming that you dislike furries as a mindset, you yourself don't have a tail, furries wear tails like cats to be like cats (even though they can never be anywhere close to the status of real cats), so that must mean they're all connected.  I mean, you don't know why you don't have a tail.

You and your friend who is an actual cat, meowrage, have had several, lengthy conversations about stuff like furries and the very nature of being cats.  You both do it half-ironically, well, at least you do, you don't even think that meowrage knows what irony is, purely because you don't think the indigoan education system has very good grasps on things like irony and metaphors.  You think they are mostly about giving the children something to do during the day, and more importantly, you think instead of learning in a classroom, they just simply go on field trips to whatever place is interesting nearby.

You aren't sure why meowrage himself, being a cat, doesn't even have a tail.  You've asked, but he doesn't say anything.  You suspect he too doesn't want to affiliate himself with furries.  He can't help being called a furry because, well, he has fur, he purrs when you pet him (if he lets you), and his people have this weird system of milk.  You know, I almost totally neglected the entirety of almost all of meowrage's room furnishing.  Ok, the Doylean explanation here is that I forgot, the Watsonian is that in the time where meowrage was spacing out for an entire hour, Xantherass entered his room and moved his furniture from his room into the attic space above the kitchen for, some unknown reason, and then went back to roaming the house.  That solves two problems, the space above the kitchen, and the disappearing furniture.

The Indigoans have a fucked-up system of feeding themselves.  They have this large bowl of milk with a bell attached to it.  Indigoans actually develop milk specially made for cats, otherwise, cats are lactose intolerant.  Back to the milk, every hour, on the hour, the bell on these bowls of milk ring and they are legally required to drink the milk inside.  It doesn't specify how much milk is required to drink, so some people only take a sip, while other cats drink the whole bowl.  Meowrage's family is somewhere in the middle, taking a few sips at a time.

Back to your situation, blood is everywhere, and you're holding a puppet, covered in more blood than you are.  Who must've done it?

>The Puppet Did it