Today is a very sad day, our cat of 13 years has died. Moti (Moe-tee). She was a spectacular cat, a 'little human being' as my mom would say. She was our first pet when we moved to Puerto Rico, well actually, she was our first pet evah!! We were not allowed pets in our other home.

It is sad and everyone has done their share of crying, but I have no idea why I want to laugh so hard and almost burst out laughing when we were all in the backyard while my dad removed "chispy"'s old tombstone (yes, we had another cat, named Chispy, killed by poison, buried in backyard), and proceeded to bury Moti. Was it because while everyone was, yes crying, and my brother and his girlfriend were holding hands ::rotf::, all I could think about was Steven King's Pet Sementary. I know I know, but moments of mourning bring out the best in me.

When Moti died, in her bed, (she had been sick for the past few weeks and we had no $$ to take her to a vet), my mom got a box to put her in. I was the coroner and I had officially announced her death. My mom puts her in the box and closes it, and then asks: are you sure she's dead???

What do u mean, am I sure she's dead????!! She's not breathing....I mean, I am no forensic specialist, but the abscence of breathing does indicate death. Am I not right.

My mom is not convinced, so she pulls her out of the box and says: "She is still warm".

WTF??!! ? The cat is not supposed to turn into cement after 2 mintues lady.

My mom then goes all CSI on us.
"Get me my makeup mirror"....

"Why do u want ur makeup mirror??" my dad asks.
"They used them in the old days to check if the person was breathing"...
My dad then asks "how" WTF?? (I actually don't know what's worse, my mom and her CSI epsiode or my dad asking how is a mirror used to verify if a person is dead or not.

Exasperated sigh "you place the mirror by their face, if it fogs up, they are still breathing"...
"REAAAALLY???" my dad adds...::hangs head in shame::

"She's really dead"
NO shit mom.

So as they are burying her I actually think "what if she isn't dead??"...
What if she is buried alive and comes out and yanks my moms legs at night in vengeance.

Anyway so that was our day, a death in the family. I spent the entire afternoon making jokes in the kitchen and my upset father told me:

"it's unbelievable, someone has died, and u are making jokes and everyone else is laughing...that is very disrespectful".

So, to Moti, i am sorry for making jokes on 80's fashion mistakes, while u were freshly buried in the backyard. I sure hope u were not buried alive and that the small ass box my mom put u in is comfortable enough. The box was her idea.

Here's to mice in heaven.
RIP