Heaven Gains a Mouser

When I came home for lunch yesterday, I was greeted with the news that our beloved geriatricat had died. He'd spent the last few weeks no more than a few feet from the little corner of the kitchen we'd arranged for him, complete with his own, convinient litter pan, his food and comfy little bed. I knew it was almost over when he woke me up sometime early Friday morning, meowing in my bedroom. I assured him as best I could, telling him it was okay, to lay down and go to sleep. The Amazon found him there when she came home from work.

I had to leave him where he was for the afternoon. While I finished up for the day, the Amazon dug a hole in an old flower bed at the end of the house. After I got home, Ma sat with her while I took Scotty outside and buried him.

For some reason, the $40 hoochie mama from across the road decided to come over and play chatty Cathy when she saw me sitting on the big rock next to the burial sight. I was holding it together pretty well until then. She's a french fry short of a happy meal anyway and my tolerance for craziness was at a serious deficit right at that moment. It took her all of about 30 seconds to turn me into a blubbering idiot as I explained, "I just buried my cat... I really don't feel like talking right now."

I suppose the sight of me sitting there, covered in dirt, blubbering incoherently and holding a shovel would have been a little unsettling for anyone, but hoochie mama must have been scared shitless. She didn't just turn tail and run back home, she jumped in her truck and hauled booty on up the road.

It was almost funny.

Anywho, I didn't sleep much last night and I'm a little pooped. I did manage to toss the disposable litter pan and old cat bed. The recliner Scotty had claimed is going to the dump next. It was already coming apart, but now it's bordering on biohazard. The Amazon was going to help me toss it on the back of the truck this morning, but she got called in to work. Maybe we can wrestle it as far as the porch until we can coordinate our schedules with that of the county dump.

Biohazard recliners sitting on front porches are common here in Hee Haw county. No one will notice.

I hope ya'll's weekend got off to a better start than mine did. It can only go up from here :)

Later Taters!