Because the Lion Says So...

So there I was.  Innocently and hard-workingly sitting at my desk.  In the distance, the pug that works around the corner from me began to bark.  Not the usual cute innocent barks of a spastic friendly doggie, but barks of terror.  Barks that would not stop.  The kind of barks that were engineered to alert their owners to certain danger.

I looked up in time to see a lion slowing rounding the corner, surveying the scene on our floor.

This lion casually walked over to an empty desk in our area and picked up the phone, apparently to check some voicemail messages.  He sat down at the computer and propped his back paws on the desk as he listened to the phone, then put his legs down and sat up to take note of something on a post-it.  Then he stood up, stretched, and reached in his pocket for a stack of index cards.  






He then proceeded to walk around to each and every person, and handed us all one of these cards inviting us to the Christmas party.  Please carefully note the the reason "why":



Apparently similar incidents happened in our offices in other cities.  A bulldog delivered the invitations in Detroit.  Portland was visited by a penguin.