Pat reminded me of this next story. It’s sad in the beginning but ends with a good laugh at my expense.

We had a cat that had been very sick. Late one evening, after the kids had been put to bed, the cat died. We didn’t want the kids to get up the next morning and find their kitty dead. We decided to put the cat in a sack and put it in the garage. I was to get up early and bury the cat in the backyard before going to work. The next morning, I got up and did the job and went on to work. That night, when I got home, Pat greeted me with “Why didn’t you bury the cat?” “I did,” I said. “No, you didn’t,” Pat said, “Come with me.” We went to the garage where she handed me a sack. I opened it, and there was our dead cat. “You buried a sack of trash,” she said as she laughed.

Dave Thomas

7/30/2026