A Feline Funeral

One day, Agnes found Mr. Friskers dead in the hallway. He had been a good cat, so she stuffed him into a large handbag to take him for a proper burial at the pet cemetery.
So Agnes went down to wait at the bus stop on the corner, and when the bus arrived she leaned into the bus driver and whispered, “I hope you don’t mind, but I have a dead pussy.”
“I don’t mind at all, Ma’am,” he said, “As a matter of fact, you should sit next to my wife in the seat behind me. You two seem to have a lot in common.”

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