Wally was running around like an idiot on Saturday. He would cry for Lloyd from all over the house, then tear around like his tail was on fire. I did the only logical thing: swaddle him and give him to Lloyd.
When it was time to get lunch ready I asked Lloyd to help, and he looked at with me with his stupid cat in his arms.
Then he filed him. (Under ‘K’ for Knucklehead.)