House of Feline Sorrows

I've been delaying this one, but in case anyone wonders about the status of our cats...little orange guy aka August Rush aka Auggie, aka Max passed to the hereafter after a valiant effort by Andrew and me to nurse him through. Momma cat never got her milk and that's generally an end to itself where kittens are concerned.
SO, by Monday we were still putting off the kitten interment in our pet cemetary. Yeah, I know, you only want to delay such things a certain length of time. Jordan rode with me to get Ethan from school and to town. We backed out of the garage and closed the door which had been up that afternoon. Where am I going with this? Well, we returned and I pressed the door opener. Andrew was shooting hoops in front. Suddenly I saw a strange sight; something kinda big and white fell from the gap between garage door and garage on to the cement. I stopped the van as Jordan and I realized with shock and confusion that it was Pengin, a cat they brought from Nebraska. Apparently she was laying on top of the garage door and was compacted when we left for town.
That evening we all trooped to the woods where our fallen felines are resting, hopefully for the last time in a long time. Given the loss of the kittens and then Pengin, perhaps it isn't a shock but a little sad that Ethan's comment when we got back to the house was "Look Mom, Boo-Boo cat is still alive!"