My sister-in-law is a pet lover and at any given moment she’ll have several cats and at least one dog. Some of the rationale for this was to teach her children responsibility, but in truth she’s just a sucker for a cute, hairy face.
Years ago one of their cats, Max, went missing for several days. Finally and most unfortunately, someone found him, belly up, and run over at the foot of their cul-de-sac. The kids were devastated. There was near hysteria when their dad scooped Max into a shoebox to be buried in the backyard. They made a headstone, had a very poignant ceremony including eulogies, and then a light lunch after.
Several more days go by and without much notice, Max slipped himself back into the house and was walking through the family room much to the astonishment of the entire family. Clearly there was a cat buried out back; it just wasn’t Max.
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“Light lunch after.” That’s what got me. Can one be paralyzed with laughter?
It is almost midnight. I am tired. I am sleepy. I cannot speak. Fatigue overwhelms me. But I read your post and now I am laughing so hard on the inside that it is hurting my head. Though I cannot move. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
p.s. Dear People of the World: Please keep your cats inside.
: )
Where is the Pet Semetary? (Cemetary) Does anyone read Stephen King? Loved this!
I truly enjoy when something surprises me. This was great. Even though the blog post SHOULD have had me paying closer attention, I totally missed the clue. And thus, got caught by surprise.
sorry … meant to say “blog post title” should have …
Thankfully Max survived. And so began the legend of the ghost who walks! (Move aside Phantom!)
Thanks for a great story and laugh.
That is amusing.
A light lunch…after eulogies…purrfect.
Thank you for my chuckle of the day! So glad it wasen’t Max…sorry for the other cat though…but he had an impressive funeral…