Visions of My Obituary


When Rod took this picture this week, I had a premonition of how my life might end and a scenario has been floating arond in my brain ever since. This will only happen if Rod goes first, as with him around I'll maintain my sanity, but if he kicks it, here's how I predict things may ensue:


A woman's body was found today at the bottom of a heap of sleeping cats. The scene of the smothering was the victim's home, an apparent feline haven.


Reporter, Joe Smith, was first on the scene with this report:


"The woman - once a noted professional in the local community - was found wearing her housecoat, lying on the couch. There were cats sitting on her head, lying on her lap and reposing on every limb. It is thought she may have inadvertantly fallen asleep, when the legion of cats lept upon her and smothered her to death."


It was noted by police that the cats were apparently "quite large," the result of what could only be chronic over-feeding. The commissioner estimated the weight of the cats to be rather enormous. Several bags of half-empty kitty treats were found near the body.


Neighbours were questioned at the scene. One neighbour commented that he "never saw much of the lady. However, I often heard her in the backyard talking to the cats. Once in a while they even replied."


Oh well . . . till then I'll try to maintain some balance. Although they are good for keeping me warm in winter!


Heather




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