Yaaawwwwn. Man, what a party last night. Who knew that Sophia could sing like that? A 70-year old woman singing karaoke death metal-amazing!

I’m usually alone, so it took some bravery on my part to go to the outing. I remember being so nervous leaving, I even forgot to say “goodbye” to Bast, the newest margay we had. The cat was a feisty one, indeed.

Wait, I did close her enclosure, right? Hmm.

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Oh, crap. I didn’t.

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Here kitty, kitty. No one has seemed to notice, yet, so that’s a good thing. (Hey, I never said this was a good zoo!). The director shows up in about an hour, so I have to rush. Where could she have gotten to?

Margays normally love trees, but Bast was a bit special. She likes to splash around in her water bowl—-oh no.

I rushed to the seal habitat. And there she was. A margay, chilling with harbor seals. Nature scenes that Nat Geo would never show.

Guests were lining up. I had to do something.

“Hello and welcome to the Seal Cove here at Tilly Zoo. Here you will see harbor seals. Our seals are rescues, and so need little extra care. Our resident margay, Bast, has stepped in the role. Her purrs seem to sooth our pinnipeds.”

Meh. People weren’t listening anyway. I heard them say something about “leopard seals.” Sigh.

The crowds dispersed, and as I tried to figure out my next move, Bast locked eyes on me. She stretched, and yowled. This set off the seals.

I heard my coworkers running over to see what the commotion was.

I am so getting fired.

This is why I am anti-social.