Wife's 16 year old cat died while I was at work last week. Son wanted him creamated and wife said that was fine with her. But she did not want a dead cat in the house until I found someone to creamate him so she took him to the vets office for storage until we found a place to process him. They keep him on ice for three days for a nominal fee.
Next day I found a place the would cremate him for a reasonable cost. I wenr to pick up our dead cat, the Vet gave me the wrong dead cat in a sealed "casket box", cardboard which cost $25.00. I dropped it and the cat off to have it cremated . Wife and son wanted ashes to spread out over the spot he loved in the yard. If it makes her happy what the H....
Next day Vet's office called with the news they gave me the wrong cat. Called the crematory and they had started the "burning" 10 minutes ago. So other cat gets burned, its owner is distraught because they wanted to bury the dead cat and our dead cat is still at the Vets office. Only a dead cat could be this much fun.
Vet takes our dead cat over to have it cremated and I guess pick up the ashes of Fluffy, the other cat. Now Fluffy's owner wants to sue the world for her loss and emotional harm. It took half an hour on the phone to get her calmed down. The next day she called back and was laughing at the whole thing. We do get very attached to our dogs and cats and seem to forget that they are not people. They just act better than most people. Who else can have this much fun with a dead cat?
