"Soon They Would All Be Riding Together"
My Mom had a lot of cats around when she was growing up, and it being New Orleans when one would die a full-on feline funeral took place. The kids had little toy cars they drove in a processional to the burial spot and my mom always had the dubious distinction of riding with the dead cat which her younger brother, Nawny, told her was the most honored position. She knew this was a bunch of bologna but did it anyway. Mom's a good sport and secretly gets a kick out of all things mischievous.
Happy Birthday Mom!