Just when I'm starting to make friends with this worthless furbag and that he is now my responsibility, a package arrives. A square box, containing a late birthday present from my old college roommate.
You may know by now I've adopted a cat. A cute and worthless cat. He's handsome but so far appears to display no talents of any kind aside from being arrogant, sleeping, eating, pooping and arguing with the neighbor cat. No longer.
Going to work as early as I do is bad enough. Getting in your car and noticing two huge bags of trash strewn all over the lawn is just plain, well, gross. Turns out one of the animal-rummaged bags wasn't even ours.