I am not the burying type. While I've
cried my eyes out when I held a cat
as they were putting it asleep, after that,
it's just meat.

So, I was planning on throwing the cat
out in the garbage. Except mine is
full. All of them. Missed 2 pickups,
Thanksgiving and a snow day.

So when my ride came to pick me up, I
was carrying the cat in a double Hefty.
I figured I could toss it in the dumpster
at work.

The driver told me I should put it in
the box they are using to collect for
the "Toys for Tots". I'm not that
bad.

I walked into an office of someone who
used to be my boss in a previous job.
Now I do occasional coding for him.

I held the bag over his desk, and said:
The opportunities for practical jokes
is endless.

George looked at me as if I was crazy. Huh?

I repeated:
The opportunities for practical jokes
is endless.

He reached out and squeezed the bag underneath,
and said:

What, your laundry?

Me: Nope. Dead cat.

I walked out. Took it to the back, and placed
it in a dumpster.

I came back and told my boss the story so far,
including what I said to George.

He got a panicked look in his eyes.

I said, yes, I DID consider leaving the cat in
one of his filing cabinets. He started flailing
around the room, pulling drawers out, yelling
to George asking what I did with the cat.

Geez. I must seem a lot sicker than I really
am. I only considered it. I consider a lot
of stuff that I'd never actually do.

On the other hand, I did creep up on him
and go 'Meow' several times during the day.