Husband and Cat Tales

Robert went to pick up the body of Gannon's cat, who had passed away at the vet's. He wanted to bury him in our back garden. I was out of town selling jewelry to galleries so he had no transportation. The cat's body was stiff and all laid out flat in a plastic bag. He put it inside his coat, and hitch hiked back to town. The tail was hanging out the bottom, although he was trying very hard to be discreet, so as not to discourage any would-be drivers. The ride came, and the driver freaked a couple of miles down the road when he noticed Robert was sitting sort of angled keeping his body straight to accommodate the stiff cat inside his coat, and then of course too, there was the tail that had flopped out over his lap. The man stopped the car and Robert walked back to town the rest of the way.

I had tea and breakfast in bed with baby Gannon and our cat Gorsch, reading a book as per usual, when the tea spilled. Glenn came running in when he heard me shout and, picked up Gorsch and rubbed her back and forth in the pool of tea and blankets. I was stunned! "What the hell are you doing?” I shouted. Gorsch had worked free, growling and hissing as she ran off. He said, "The cat peed in the bed!" Poor kitty!