Favorite Cat Joke in Honor of All Dad's Cats & My Moe

A cat died and went to Heaven. God met her at the gates and said, 'You have been a good cat all these years. Anything you want is yours for the asking.'

The cat thought for a minute and then said, 'All my life I lived on a farm and slept on hard wooden floors. I would like a real fluffy pillow to sleep on.'

God said, 'Say no more.' Instantly the cat had a huge fluffy pillow.

A few days later, six mice were killed in an accident and they all went to Heaven together. God met the mice at the gates with the same offer that He made to the cat.

The mice said, 'Well, we have had to run all of our lives: from cats, dogs, and even people with brooms! If we could just have some little roller skates, we would not have to run again.'
God answered, 'It is done.' All the mice had beautiful little roller skates.

About a week later, God decided to check on the cat. He found her sound asleep on her fluffy pillow. God gently awakened the cat and asked, 'Is everything okay? How have you been doing? Are you happy?'

The cat replied, 'Oh, it is WONDERFUL. I have never been so happy in my life. The pillow is so fluffy, and those little Meals on Wheels you have been sending over are delicious!'

Even Junk Mail Has a Purpose

Harry was very much the pack rat. He saved everything, even junk mail! Yes, he found a use for it too. I don't remember him saving it when we were young although he may have and I just did know it. When he got to be a senior citizen, he got some of those big clips from the office supply store and tore his junk mail in thirds or halves depending on the size and used the back as scratch paper. He would clip a pile together and have a nice little scratch pad. (No wonder he ran out of time in his day doing all these necessary things!) I thought it was pretty smart of him actually since he used it for writing down what he ate every day. Little did I realize how many he had until after he died and I was cleaning out his house. When I opened up the back room closet, he had a whole big supply hanging on the door!

What, No Ring?

One of the unusual quirks about my dad was that he never wore a ring. I don't know about customs in other countries, but in the USA, it is customary for married people to wear a wedding ring the the fourth finger of the left hand to let everyone know they are taken. Although my dad was a loving, faithful husband for over 50 years of marriage, he refused to wear a ring because he worked so much with his hands and felt he would either lose it, damage it, or it would be uncomfortable for him. My mom wore one, but allowed my Harry to do his own thing and didn't make a big fuss about it. He was definitely his own person and really didn't much care what others thought and certainly wasn't going to let society dictate what he would and would not wear.

Although I'm not big on jewelry either, I do wear my wedding ring. I just got one ring and used it as an engagement ring and wedding ring. My husband wears one too and I'm glad he does!