An Irish chauffeur in San Francisco, who had been having trouble with numerous small boys in the neighborhood of his stand, discovered one day on examining his car that there was a dead cat on one of the seats. In his anger he was about to throw the carcass into the street, when he espied a policeman.
Holding up the carcass, he exclaimed: "This is how I am insulted. What am I to do with it?"
Well, don't you know? Take it straight to headquarters, and if it is not claimed within a month it becomes your property.