I have a pretty ill maroon shirt I got from Express that I love, one of my fav's. So anyways, I walk outside my house to go to work this morning, and I look in the corner by my front door, and my shirt is sitting there crumpled up with shit on it! I'm like yo wtf!! apparently, someone locked my cat inside the garage all day where my clothes were waiting to be washed, and the cat took a shit on it. How fucking dumb is that?