A Sinking Sh--

A steamy story from Carol in the Bronx:

My sister Rini was visiting me last week. Even though she cooed and oohed and aahed over both my cats, somehow the elderly one, Lucy, was not placated—I guess she thought that not enough of our attention was directed her way: Rini and I came home one night to find a big, steaming pile of poop in my kitchen sink. [Lucy, I know that was you and not Layla! Dammit, we save the kitchen-sink-poop trick for people we don’t like!]