This morning at 5:30 a.m., I am sleeping and the wife is getting ready for work....she wakes me up and says the neighbor Mike wants to talk to me its important...pull on a pair of shorts and go outside. He is standing there looking somewhat distraught, asks if I can help him real quick...and to get a shovel...."uuuuhhhh O.K." Evidently his wifes somewhat new cat had taken up refuge behind his tire in the garage...once he pulled out for work.....squish....I am frigging dying laughing and hes laughing but trying not to cuz he knows the wife is going to be VERY upset. Anyway we put Marshmallow (now squished) in a trash bag and put it in my other neighbor Sergio's trash can.......I go back to bed....funny thing is though, it is Spring Break here and Mikes wife is a teacherso she is home all day, so now it is 9:30 a.m. and she is standing on the driveway with a bowl of cat food yelling hhheeeerrrrreeee kitty kitty......and I don't have the heart to tell her, that Mike made a Smore out of Marshmallow, so now I am getting ready to help her look for the cat, but everytime I hear her yell for it I crack up picturing us scraping the poor dead furball up of the garage floor. I know it sounds morbid....but it was friggin funny.
