Nibbles

Tales from the Backyard…  My wife had a cat named Nibbles and one year we made our annual trip back home to see the folks and upon our return, found her sick and dying.  She was 20 or so, so we made a bed for her in our bedroom so she could leave in peace.  I went to check on her later in the day and found our daughter Heather (2 ½) sitting beside her, reading.  She had gathered every book she owned and was reading them one at a time.  I had that on tape, but somehow I misplaced it.  When Anna died, Janice had her cremated, the ashes to be buried by the crematorium.  One day as we were driving up the Saw Mill Pkwy, I said “that must be where they buried Anna”  “Where” she replied.  I said “Didn't you see the sign”  “No” she said and I said, spelling out the letters “D U M P”.