Those darn cats. (Picture addition)

There was a black cat at the graveside burial. It was kinda weird. The cat kept wandering around our feet and under the chairs, as Bryan and his sisters shared some thoughts about their Dad. As Bryan was saying the dedicatory prayer, the cat kept went right up to the casket, and looked down into the grave below. Almost as if it was planning on jumping in. Luckily, a co-worker of Bryan's grabbed the cat and sent him away before the prayer had ended.

Yes, I know this because my eyes were open during the prayer. And to be quite honest, my eyes are pretty much always open during prayers.

After the graveside service ended Oscar and my Dad (Papa) followed that cat around for a good twenty minutes. Oscar hates wearing jackets/sweaters, so my Dad kept throwing Oscar's sweater on his back as he walked. Oscar would shimmy it off his body, and my dad would throw it back on again. It was really a sweet think to watch.

We were getting ready to leave Grammy's house a couple of nights ago. It was a bit chaotic, with kiddos everywhere. A little ash gray cat snuck in the front door. By the time we detected it, it has already made it's way into the front room.

Grammy is not a fan of cats, Grandpa Max knew this. We all kept saying that maybe he was trying to play a little joke on Grammy by sending all these cats to visit.