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."