Steff's fat cat, Buster, died on Monday and she and Tyson came home to bury him in the woods out back. In the cat graveyard. Then Tyson crawled under the motor home to do some stuff for Paul, then they hit golf balls, then we all ate steak. A typical cat funeral day .... Plus Paul and I nagging on Steff not to get any more cats, Layla will love being the only kitty.
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