Some have a third nipple, others have a symbiotic parasite residing in their chest that they've affectionately named Kuato. I, on the other hand, have a cat. His name is Mittens, and he has the gift of clairvoyance that would make Dionne Warwick ditch her psychic friends and buy a kitten.
Here are Mittens' predictions for some of the draft's top offensive players (not including linemen).
(No cats were hurt in the creation of this ridiculous article.)