The Mystery of the Non-Existent Office Cat

I’m an IT guy at an office with 50+ people. We have 2 floors in a small office building. It’s an easy job and I even have some spare time.
I put it in the fridge and on the board next to it, I wrote, “Feed the cat twice a day. The food is in the fridge.” About 30 minutes later, 10 people passed by my office whispering, “Here kitty-kitty.” They were looking for a cat that doesn’t exist.

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