CAT-astrophe

I went to get my kids in the van today and when I click Cole's seat in, I happen to look down at the floor and see what looks like, forgive my vulgar speech here, but it was a terd. I looked in the back seat only to find plenty more terds IN MY VAN! I said, "Umm Richard... we have a problem here." He didn't believe me when I said there was poop in the van. So we start snooping around. Is someone being mean? I thought to myself. Did I do something wrong to someone that would want to put feces in my van? Or is there any chance an animal of some sort has crept into my car?? As we continued to explore the premises, we opened the back door of the van, and peered in. I have to apologize now to anyone who lives in the vicinity of our van for it was at this particular moment of the morning that I let out a horrible shriek! There as cozy as could be was a mangy stray cat sleeping under my jogging stroller. Of course he bolted out as fast as lightening when he heard me scream. Lucky for him because I had murder in my eyes. So, just a small request, if you don't mind. If anyone who may be reading this has, or knows of someone who has encouraged the presence of this mongrel with food sustenance of any kind, I urge you to discontinue the supply for this animal, since the undigested remnants will surely end up in the most inconvenient of places for your neighbors. Now, I must tend to the above mentioned terds that need immediate removal from my carpet. Please, continue reading on the blog to more enjoyable topics, such as Patty, the somewhat mangy, but always welcome platypus.

"If the English language made any sense, a catastrophe would be an apostrophe with fur."
-Doug Larson