While everyone was expressing     
their opinions about the money, I saw a
worried look on Pee Wee’s face and went
over to talk to him.                   
     “What do you think, Wee?”         
     He looked at me conflicted, “I    
don't know, Crim. I really don't know. 
One part of me, wants to keep it, but  
another part doesn't want to go to     
jail either.”                          
     “What if we pretend we don't      
believe her. Think about this for a    
minute, Wee,” I said, holding my hand  
up.                                    
     “Before today, would you believe  
someone when they told you a talking   
Cat gave them money on a debit card,   
and that money was from a bank robbery 
that was committed by two other talking
Cats? Come on dude, you yourself told  
* me that talking Cats were impossible.”   
     “Well, I do have to admit that I  
had serious doubts. Hell, I didn’t     
believe you for a minute, but now...   
that's a good point actually.”         
     The Cat was now addressing that   
very point, “They set-up an Investment 
Corporation in Delaware that does most 
of its business on one of the small    
islands off the coast of South America 
somewhere. I can't remember the name.  
They also bought the island, and the   
residents now pay a small percentage of
the rent they used to pay.             
     They also all work for that same  
Investment Corporation, and they all   
make good money too.                   



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