My ex and I got into a *serious discussion* (stopped before an actual argument) one day over whiskers. I found one under the sheets when changing the water-bed and blamed it on my punky-butt, Wilbur.
"See what your boy's done now?" Wilbur was always his when he did wrong
"That's Petey's."
"Can't be - my Petey is perfect and would never crawl under the sheets! She knows that mattress protector is there for a reason! Not my perfect girl!"
Well - it was a white whisker - Busted! Wilbur's are all black! Of course I said Wilbur stashed it there to get my perfect Petey in trouble!

We can laugh about it now; but sadly don't live together any more. I had a terrible time dealing with his human kids, and he couldn't stand my devotion to my four-legged children.
"You love those cats more than me!"
"And your kids talk only to you!"

Never thought about saving them, though ceramics with life-like features sounds really cool!