My apologies. Another cat story. It's about a dead one though, and how we ended up connected to this cat. The cat was frozen dead and Fred was trying to detach it from the snow. (Fred was an old-timer in this town, apparently a millionaire, still living with an outhouse!)
Sacha and I came upon Fred in the back lane. He was persistant in engaging us to help get the frozen cat detached from the snow and ice. He gave me his cane to hold while he went to get a shovel. Then I had to help shovel. Then we had to go to the house and get a bag to put the cat in. Then we had to go into the house. And then, we were in this surreal place and Fred's wife appeared. She could barely walk. Fred commented on 'how she used to be able to work but now she was lame and had a bad leg.'
At this point, I had a revelation. Helping out old people with their dead cats can take a whole afternoon. Because, what do you do with a frozen dead cat?
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