The Cat Story

Paul, a co-worker, walks into my office with My Sociopathic Boss because they are working with pet companies and want my opinion on a product. Paul asks me if I like the electronic kitty litter box that I recently bought for my cat and we discussed my impressions of the product (I generally like it a lot). MSB asks me if "all the poop stays inside the box" when my cat goes to the bathroom.

I answered that my cat has long hair and sometimes a piece of poop will get stuck to her and then fall on the floor, but usually it all stays in the box. MSB kind of looks at me with a disgusted face and her eyes quickly dart around my office. They stop on a very old children's babseball bat in the corner- old enough to have "Hillerich and Bradsby" on it rather than "Louisville Slugger" - and she says, "If I had a cat that got poop on the floor of my house I would beat it to death with that bat."

I look at her for a sign that she is joking, but there is nothing there. I look at Paul quickly as if to say "Did she just say that?" She says thanks and then leaves my office. I am appalled.