It's not anything to do with their physical bodies or anything - those are the actual thing, as far as I can tell. They feel right, their eyes are real, the whole nine yards.

But the sheep chose to try to guilt-trip me instead of letting Myca do the work for her; she put forth a damn heroic amount of effort into trying to make me feel guilty and acted like I'd have to deal with Myca knowing what I'd done. Which I would've, if she hadn't conveniently knocked her out first. Couldn't ask her questions, couldn't get any sort of reaction out of her, she was just out cold before she was brought to me.

We've also only seen everyone on that video acting drugged - which, okay, maybe they are. But.

[...Let him go over to one of those FIFTEEN FUCKING IDENTICAL CATS that are here because why the fuck did anyone let him submit evidence. He'll pick it up, it's been pretty remarkably chill all day so he doesn't foresee any problems in doing so.]

Number Twelve hasn't really been all that lively since we made him. No meowing, no sass, no nothing. I put tape on Number Seven and he let me do it, for fuck's sake. I dunno, maybe they're just based on a real docile cat.

Or maybe printed copies are shit at acting like they should.