Stoked on the fact that I have a new office cat after we took the other 2 who we've had at work for the past decade home to live with us after our guy of 20 years passed last summer.
Less stoked on the reason, though. She was ours briefly about 4 years ago when my sister showed up at my door with her, our old cat at the time did not want any other competition for attention in the house, and I couldn't make him miserable as he was almost 17. So, my sis took him to her ex boyfriend's place, he took the cat in, but that was around the time he was diagnosed with blood cancer and he went from mid-50s bodybuilder to being skin and bones fucked up. My sis went to visit him to see how he was doing health-wise, and found the cat to be in neglect as the guy can't even take care of himself anymore (and refuses to get help), so my sis said if he's not going to take care of the cat she left in his care, then she's going to re-home it back with us. He fought her on it for a few days, but since he knows he only has maybe a few months left at most, he gave in and now she's in our office. Her coat is matted as fuck and she has to be shaved down to nothing early next week, but she's fucking awesome, is super-friendly, and has this crazy ass bobtail that's about 2" long which is pretty damned cute.
Everyone here was bummed that our 2 office cats were gone since November, but now, looks like they've got someone new to pay attention to during breaks and lunch again.