[2] Excessive Amounts of Cat Food

Two angels stood on the front porch, politely waiting for their brother to answer the door. However, even after they knocked twice, there was still no answer. Angels were incapable of sleeping, so it didn't matter that it was the middle of the night. As long as Atticus was home, there should have been an answer.

Except there wasn't. And to make matters even more suspicious, there was a strong smell of cinnamon hanging in the air. After a brief exchange of glances, the two angels decided that something must be wrong. With a blast of light, they forcefully opened the front door and entered the darkened house.

Upstairs, there was nothing except for a large stray cat snoozing on the unused bed. But the downstairs was a chaotically different story.