My aging cat, the art critic

I told my good friend Clair that my aging, 18 year old cat was having issues. While we were out of town, the cat pooped in my studio next to a big abstract painting lying flat on the floor.

Clair suggested that perhaps the cat was just making a comment on the art. I responded that if this was the case, I was very lucky that he hadn't made a more emphatic critique directly on the canvas itself. "Why?," Clair asked, "How would you tell the difference?"

I guess not everybody likes the abstract direction of my recent work.