Dammit

Oliver, my really annoying tabby cat, got out of the house yesterday morning. He's been out a couple of times and always comes back a few hours later, so I wasn't worried. But then when I went to get the mail, one of my neighbors had posted a sign saying something like:

"FOUND: CAT
Orange tabby, white chest and paws, very friendly
Desperate for its home!
I can't keep, please call"

I was a little tempted not to call, how bad is that? Of course, I did call. And he was fucking filthy as hell, so I had to give him a bath, which, let me tell you, is a hoot. I almost lost an eye...damn cat.