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And mom always encouraged her kids' hobbies. So one year when I was in high school, we got up and Mom told me to go get three of my gifts that she had put in the box freezer in the garage. Ooookay. So I go out into the garage, and it's kind of dark in that corner. We hadn't been using the box freezer for a while so it was empty. I opened the lid, and I saw two large black round things and one blue one, and a dead orange cat on top of them.
We lived on the edge of a farming town in Kansas with a wheatfield in the back. We even had a fairly sizeable barn. So we had a lot of stray cats that would get semi-tamed and come up to the house, etc. Unfortunately, this one jumped in the freezer when the lid was open, and it asphyxiated, poor thing.
I looked at mom who was standing in the house-garage doorway and said, "You got me a dead, frozen cat for Christmas, and it's my favorite flavor - tabby!" She said, "What the hell are you talking about?" And I told her what was in the freezer along with the bowling balls she had gotten for me to juggle.
I spent part of Christmas morning going out to the barn to get a show shovel, coming back to the garage, scraping the cat off the balls, and then carrying it on the shovel above my head (it was ripe), out to the wheat field where I had to dig through a foot of snow and frozen ground to bury it. I threw the bowling balls into the snow and didn't see them until Spring.
It was the most special Christmas ever. :)
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