H is in a softball league this fall. He goes to find his buried mit(t?-dead presidential candidate?) and realizes it must be in a bag at his mom's house. Which means he hasn't used it in YEARS (digression of topic).
He descends to the basement but not before MIL mentions "Oh, I cleaned the cat box yesterday, but Gracie (one of the FOUR cats) might've pooped down there since then".
What he finds is ridiculous. He actually found (without searching) SEVERAL piles of poop, petrified as well as some wet. The icing on this veritable cake of ossum is the fact that he saw, and also took a picture of a christmas tree. Oh, the christmas tree was placed lovingly inside a garbage bag to keep it clean.
Clean, save for the one lone cat turd hanging from a bottom limb.
Merry Christmas indeed!