If I ever write a novel . . .

“He was wearing a pair of trousers upon which a somewhat soggy cat could be allowed to perch.” Pretty good opening line.
    What will the book be about? Could be a detective story set a century in the future when the maverick with the cat uncovers the archives revealing that President Trump really  was swindled out of a second term.
    Why wasn’t the evidence destroyed? Because the perps and their descendants have been gloating over it for decades.
    Could work.