Cute Overload
The boss-lady came in today with a kitten she found in the street last night. Apparently, a bunch of wild cats were trying to break into one of those stores with the live chickens in them in Bklyn, but this lil’ girl was too small to jump in with them, so she was stranded on the sidewalk alone near all the traffic. Boss lady rescued her and brought her in today, and is now taking her to the vet. Don’t get me wrong, I like kitties, and this one is especially cute, but just try to imagine what the introduction of a fluff-ball like this into an all-woman office is like. In a word - hell. Honestly, the squealing only stops when the kitten is obscured in her little covered kitty bin, and I’m not just pointing fingers at others when I say that either. I, too, emit sounds at a decibel so high that dogs across town are organizing in protest, and I find this reflex both annoying and humiliating. I pretend I am immune to her fuzzy charms, but its a front. Do you hear me people? A front! Boss lady has been calling her chicken since she found her outside the chicken store, but since nobody knows who the ultimate owner of this foundling will be, I guess her name may change. Wherever she goes, she needs to get the fuck away from me. My very dignity is at stake.
July 17th, 2006 at 12:34 pm
It’s all too true. And now that we’ve discovered that Chicken is incontinent, and therefore the purrr-fect pet for boss lady, she’s gonna be wearing cat diapers. Yep. Cat diapers.