Why I Love Cats
Normally I like to throw out an odd little fact or piece of arcane trivia that no one except myself or crossword puzzlers would be interested in. Friday is usually when I like to do these things but as my Friday got away from me yesterday (which BJB swapping stereos at Casa De Risk and hoofing it to my tower in East Vancouver) it fell by the wayside. Now with the weekend ahead, I thought I’d share a strange little bit that you may have not previously appreciated…
“When English writer Thomas Hardy (1840 – 1928) died, his heart was kept apart when his body was cremated. The idea was to bury it in Stinford, England, the home of his beloved childhood church and his family’s burial plot. All went according to plan until his sister’s cat jumped up onto her kitchen table and snatched the heart and ran off into the woods with it.”
Source: The Book Of The Bizarre, Varla Ventura
The moral of the story? Don’t be late feeding the cat when your brother’s earthly remains are on the kitchen table. For myself, I can think of at least several things that are wrong with that particular story (and I mean wrong as in demented, not inaccurate).
Enjoy your Saturday!
Little Miss Risk
