Something strange happened to me today when I got home from work. 

I came into the house and took my shoes off. I lugged myself upstairs. Before I had a chance to throw myself on the bed and pass out I noticed a grey sludge pooling out from under the boxspring.

My immediate thought was that one of my cats had a terrible bowel movement. I inched closer to get a better look. “O my God!,” I shouted. “That’s not cat diarrhea! That’s GEMMA’S BRAIN!”

Gemma’s brain, in its adventurous escape from her skull, somehow made it’s way across the country and into my bedroom. I quickly scraped the brain into a dustpan and then a glass jar before any of the kitties could get to it. 

I set the jar up on a bookshelf and got into bed to sleep a dreamless sleep.