I have none.
Well, some. But still.
Last summer I was house-sitting for my dad and step mom while they were out of the country. My little brother was staying there as well, and the youth group from the church my dad pastors came over to swim in the pool. I was inside when this kid Matt (not my fiance) came in.
Matt: Bekah, I think you need to come outside.
Me: Why? Is everyone okay?
Matt: The cat is in the pool.
Me: Well who put the cat in the pool!? Cats don't like to swim! Get him out!
Matt: Umm, Bekah, he is at the bottom.
At that point I just rushed outside. True enough, Hugs (the cat) was at the bottom of the pool. And must have been there over night at least.
We got him out, but it was very obviously too late.
Now, I realize this is NOT funny, but it was kind of funny in the Oh-my-gosh, what-the-heck happened and what do I do way. Here I am, the only "adult" with about 25 teenagers all standing around staring at my dads dead cat. And with the invention of camera phones there were even more people witnessing Hug's demise.
How does one even dispose of a dead cat?
One of the kids, Justin, volunteered to burn (cremate if you will) it on the driveway.
So Everett helped me dig a hole and bury him. I was busy trying to think how I was going to break the news to my dad.
"That okay?" he asked.
I looked down and he had buried the cat, but left his tail sticking up out of the dirt.
"Everett!" I shrieked, "Bury him all the way!!"
Eventually Hugs was laid to rest and I set about contacting my dad to explain.
They just don't make a hallmark card for that sort of thing. "Sorry Dad, your cat drowned and the whole youth group saw it." At least not that I could find.
R.I.P. Hugs. You will be missed, and you can bet your little soggy bottom you will be remembered!