So I was talking with some friends today. Apparently one of their former colleagues, who has since shipped on to a new posting, had left behind his company car. This car was actually a minivan. It had the typical fender and bumper abuse. But it had a special sort of abuse that I found enormously repulsive.
It seems this guy had a cat. He and his wife were going back to the US for a two week holiday. Instead of putting this cat into a kennel while they were gone, they parked the van inside a parking garage, with the windows partly rolled down, and instructions for the secretary to drop off food and water occasionally!
I was told that when you'd open the door to this van, the odor of two weeks' accumulated cat urine, scenting, and shit was so enormously overpowering that it hit you like a wall.
The poor Chinese man who cleaned out the upholstery only did so once he was paid double the normal rate.
I would love to know what this guy was thinking? How was this possibly the optimal solution to his cat storage problem?
Posted by Nils Blutig at November 10, 2002 07:40 PM | TrackBack