this little son of a gun was brought in as a studio engineer. he wsn't even that good, always knocking mic stands and meow-ing in the middle of tracking. maybe he was trying to contribute vocals. anyways,
i enter the studio last week to do some mixing work, and there he is. sitting in the mix chair, smoking a cigar. i am not sure how he acquired this cigar, nor how he learned to smoke it with the ease of a figuritive fat cat, but i digress.
"i now hold security interest in this house."
— Homeboy
he looked me straight in the eye, and said "i have filed for and procured an injunction against you for 3 years of backpay. as a result, i now hold security interest in this house pending a successful rebuttal from your attorney."
i was floored, partly because i don't have an attorney but also because i didn't realize that felines had legal labor rights. i suppose i am pleasantly surprised by the progressive nature of our labor laws. at least as they pertain to felines.