You hop off of your desk and begin to sniff around your office. Believing in mysteries is hard work, and you've been at it for so long with no results, that you feel like your due is today. The afternoon sunbeam would be an inviting place to nap were you not up to your whiskers in work.
You have an EMPTY BOOKCASE that you mostly use to climb up high and survey the rest of the office. Your DESK has your trusty HAT and SCRATCHING TOY which you habitually use, but mostly you just shred up the carpet and desk despite your toy being right on your desk.
Overwhelmed by choice, you turn to the fourth wall to navigate the investigation...