When I showed up to work this morning, my coworkers had decked out my desk in honor of my birthday (tomorrow) and my recent run in with Satan.
Kitty Litter Cake - yes, its even in a litter box (cleaned they tell me) with poop and pee to taste.
Cat toys, a book, Hello Kitty and a birthday kitten toy.
And of course an evil cat card that reads "Birthdays are probably necessary. But every damn year!?"
Good thing I have a sense of humor and my wrist is feeling a bit better today. Still no feeling in my fingers, but I'm starting to get used to it.