Life is just one big ass mystery, and then you find a cat mummy under the porch. Last summer when the porch was torn up, so that the decking could be replaced, we discovered a mummified cat. I snatched up the curiosity and carefully dusted it off with a paint brush.
I just don't know what to do with this thing. Miss Kitty won't let me keep it in the house, so it's in a box in the garage. I should probably just post it on ebay. I mean, it would make a great Christmas gift for that ghoul in the family.