The Hamsters are Crying

Last night my wife called me at Krogers to tell me the cat died. He was in the shower stall and must have gone through convulsions so that his back foot was caught in the drain cover.

My wife and daughter were in tears. According to D-girl, all her hamsters were crying too. D-boy didn't pay the slightest attention. My step-daughter said to my daughter (but probably really intended for my wife), "I don't see what's you're so sad about. Cats die every day." Gotta love those 12-year olds.

I buried him at Woodland Mound park this morning. The cat bit the hell out of all three kids and I can't honestly say I was ever very fond of him but I wish he hadn't died that way.