When I was a kid we had a LOT of outdoor cats. Big yard, strays come to live, etc.

Whenever one died, my dad would go out in the back yard with a post hole digger and drop the cat in vertically.

So a thousand years from now, when archaeologists explore what used to be the south end of Wethersfield, Connecticut, they’ll find a long row of vertical cat skeletons underground and wonder what kind of religion we had there.

This story isn’t going anywhere. It’s just a weird family thing.