The aging cat of the one (lesbian) sister of my one former (assisted living) client with (disabilities) has cancer, and his medications have been making him act all off, to the point where they even found him using the kitchen sink as a toilet and they had to put some tin foil in it to keep him from using it.
"Like number one or number two?", I asked her.
"Both," she was like.
"Was there like a lot of dirty dishes and food and stuff in there that he tried to use to cover it?", I was like.
. . .
(At the vet's appointment that I took her to, I recognized the [short] [young] [blonde] [female] receptionist, since she sometimes comes into the one [Thai] restaurant that I used to work at. You can't go anywhere...)
