The cat is curled up on the chair in the living room, a picture of peace with her floof of a tail tucked perfectly around her.
"I'm going to have you stuffed exactly in that pose," Katie says to her. "No," she says, "I just want your skull."
After some discussion, we decide that having the skulls of our deceased pets on display would be a comforting thing, and not creepy at all.
One year ago: Lockout
Two years ago: You Just Made It Mad!
Three years ago: Class Concerns
Ten years ago: Gloves