In our closet, there is a spot where NACHO the "pig cat" likes to hang out. But not anymore. For a few days, I thought something in his usual space was a toy, but about 5 days ago, I realized it was his feces.
So what now? Obviously she knows its there. She must know I know its there. I and I know that she knows that I know and she is expecting that I know I should pick it up.
But I want to see how long this can go on. Who will pick it up first and then blow up at the other? To be continued...
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Yesterday the Boss stormed out of the closet disgusted by the chicken poo and feigned surprise at its presence. Of course I was then ruthlessly interrogated over how long I'd know it was there and why I had not cleaned it.
...my story about playing chicken poo did not go over well and the lacerations should heal soon.
Ah, the multiple dangers of feces. I hope the mess has been cleaned up, in all its forms.
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