There is no better place to stash bodies than in a freezer in the basement.
Hmm. ..... How's that for an opening line?
That thought crossed my mind a couple of days ago when I remembered, that in my freezer, I had stashed three cat bodies. At the time of their demise, each one was placed in the freezer with loving grief. Each one died during the Great Cat Die Off that occurred over a three year period starting in 2019 I think. My excuse was they all died during the cold months and the ground was too hard to dig. But really? Two of them had been raised together and had lived to double digit plus years. Lil Asshole was a bit younger, but I think he made at least 10 years old. I think I put off burying them because I knew it would painful. It always was. Never a pleasant moment when a fur member of the family dies.
Five years is a long time to wait just to delay the sadness I knew I would have to deal with. The freezer needed to be de-frosted and we could use the room that removing three cats from their frozen purgatory would give us. The ground was thawed. The spot was chosen. I dug them out of the freezer and placed them in the ground. And some tears flowed.
First to die was Fernando El Magnifico. He died in his sleep, laying on the coffee table while I slept on the couch next to him. Freaked me out when I woke up and found my buddy dead like that. He was a great friend. And he loved me. Fernando never really stopped being a kitten.
Next in line came Eyeleen, a contrary cat, who took her sweet time to accept me and be my friend. Again, another cat I loved, even if at times it was hard to do. Towards the end of her life, she gravitated in my direction and we became a cuddling duo. She was never very healthy; all skin and bones.
Finally, Felix, AKA, "Lil Asshole" went into the great beyond by dying in his sleep on the the same coffee table Fernando chose to die on. One cat passing next to me is one thing, but a second one in three years in the exact same way.... well, I felt cursed. Lil Asshole was a tough little shit. He was a ninja cat. He'd attack feet on occasion and often decided that a hand was a chew toy. Loved that little shit.
Our home has been been a pet sanctuary for many, many years. I have never gotten used to their deaths or disappearances. We solved the disappearance issues when we stopped letting the cats out. But dying, well, the little fur buddies do that all the time on their own. We have double digit graves scattered here and there in the yard. Usually I picked a site that was not buried in the pucker brush, but close by.
I thought burying them would be tough. But nothing is tougher than writing about my dead buddies as I look through all the Kodak moments I took of them. They were missed when they died, they are more missed now.
RIP Fernando, Eyeleen, and Lil Asshole. You guys brought joy into my life and I will never forget you.
Keep it 'tween the ditches ..............................................
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Again, only one song came to mind. The genre of Primus' music is defined by some audiophile expert as "Alternative Metal". .... Now we're getting into the weeds. "Metal "has sub-genres now. I guess it had to happen once the anal retentive, everything in its place folks got a hold of it. Okay, Primus is just another group I like.Their bassist kicks ass. Their songs are unique and clever. Their music would have also driven my parents crazy. That, by itself, makes them worthy of listening to. ........... Enjoy .........or Don't. Here is "Tommy the Cat".
