* * * That night the cat in the twelfth once pooped...

* * * That night the cat in the twelfth once pooped under the couch. Had to get up and clean up. Of course, I did not sleep well: for Breakfast fried her yogurt; at work in the hearts of the broken copy machine that refused to work — turns out it was the scanner; instead of a mistress called the chief and five minutes to persuade him on an intimate night with champagne and candlelight. When I realized who was calling, he almost pulled it off. Came home in the evening and locked the cat in the washing machine — let sits and thinks about their behavior. anekdotov.net