"The voters have spoken, the bastards."

[serinde]

It was time for the bi-annual Office Cat Washing, a job that as usual fell to Eli and me (in part because we think it's funny). El Blob took his bath in good grace, chalking it up to yet another tribulation of his life that he doesn't really understand. Scuzzbutt, on the other hand, yowled and struggled through the whole thing.

And, upon his release, he marched deliberately to Eli's desk, bypassing his fresh litterbox en route, and offloaded a big ole stack of turd right underneath.

(I cleaned it up for him, in between the hysterical giggle fits. Ain't I a great boss?)