Fuck You Jean

[glatt]

When I buried our cat in the soft soil near our house, I found some nice large rocks to use to top off the grave, as a sort of marker and to keep any scavengers from digging her up.

My son, who must have been around 4 years old at the time, remarked that the rocks were to "keep her from getting out." Looking back, I wonder if that's where his fascination with zombies started. He's a big zombie apocalypse prepper. When shit gets real, and the zombies come, we'll be in really good shape. He even has a fortress scoped out.