The other day at work I had a strange run in with the resident cat lady.
It all started when I naively assumed I could go to the breakroom to wash the plethora of coffee cups that tend to accumulate on my desk throughout the day without facing some sort of drama.
Boy, was I wrong.
I came around to corner to find a fellow employee standing in front of the first aid kit with her hands bleeding all over the place.
Me: Oh my God! Are you ok? Do you need help?
Cat Lady: No. I’ve got a feral cat in my car and it clawed at me.
Me: (Open-mouthed, frightened, disgusted, shocked look on my face.)
CL: There’s a cat that has been living in the parking lot and I coaxed him into a box. I’ve been feeding him all week. I just tried to give him some salmon and he clawed at me.
Me: (Same expression as before-see above.)
CL: (Casually) I’m gonna have to get a tetanus shot tonight. Yep, I’m gonna have to get a shot.
Now, let me break this down for those of you who weren’t paying attention:
Someone in my office building has a FERAL CAT IN HER CAR. And, has been FEEDING A FERAL CAT IN HER CAR. And, today, got MAULED BY THE FERAL CAT IN HER CAR.
I don’t think there is much more to say.