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Cat Poop Man

My poor, put-upon husband (he thought), when pressed into service, for household chores, dumping cat sand, and trash to his many cans system (his method to avoid exorbitant garbage curb service). He would go into a dirge and sing:
I'm the Cat Poop Man, I'm the Cat Poop Man, that's all I am, The Cat Poop Man. 
Then, as he slunk out the back door, he conversationally tossed out, "...And I don't even like that cat."  Neither the cat, nor I, believed him.
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Location: 2720 E Madison St, Seattle, WA 98112, USA

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