“Why I Mummified My Cat” by Dr. Elliot McCloskey  English writer Charles Caleb Colton once said, “True friendship is like sound health, the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.” I learned that the hard way with my kitty cat, Jynx. During the summer of 2007, I was a busy man. I was helping my widowed sister-in-law get her new flower shop get off the ground, teaching summer classes at Augsburg College, and working on an ill-fated project with a few of my fellow educators about ancient Egypt. I was also preparing to attend the London Ancient Science Conference, to speak on a panel about ancient Egyptian science. I had meticulously planned for everything to go smoothly for my departure to England, but as you may know, it is impossible to control the variables of anything in life. I had an early morning flight departing from the Minneapolis/St. Paul Airport to the London Heathrow Airport, a long flight to say the least. I have the hardest time sleeping on planes, so I had planned to get a good night’s rest before embarking on my trip. Those plans were shattered when my widowed sister-in-law, Mary Ellen, knocked at my door at around ten o’ clock. She had just gotten off her job at the Northwestern Hospital and had run into a dangerous storm. She asked to stay the night, and although I really didn’t want company, I had to honor my late brother’s dying wishes to take care of his wife. She kept me up for hours with her seemingly endless requests. One in particular involved her cat allergies. She asked that I put my kitty cat, Jynx, into another room. Because I was so tired, I just put him in the basement, as I didn’t want the feisty bugger interrupting my sleep anyways. The next morning, I was in a rush to gather my things and get my widowed sister-in-law out of my home. Luckily, I managed to get out both of us out of the house fairly quickly, and I dangerously sped through the rain to get to the airport in time. Of course, the flight was delayed. Luckily, I only had to wait a few hours, which were spent reading Geraldine Woods’ Science of Ancient Egypt, in preparation for the conference. All went well in England, and I managed to get in a few days worth of sightseeing before returning home to my many stresses. Once I was back in Minneapolis, I learned that many homes had been flooded due to the storm that had carried on while I was away. I entered my home and immediately checked the basement for water damage. It was then when I found her. My adorable little kitty cat, Jynx, had passed away. After the initial shock, I fell into a state of depression. I canceled my classes for that week, called out of a few meetings, and didn’t answer the phone. The only thing that I could do during my distress was to try to focus on other things, like my Ancient Egyptian studies. While reading numerous books, I couldn’t get one aspect of the culture out of my head: the importance of pets. They were viewed not only as animal companions, but as incarnations of gods and were mummified just like many humans had been. Maybe I was delusional, or maybe I just needed to cope, but the idea of mummifying my kitty cat, Jynx, didn’t sound all that crazy. It would also give me hands-on knowledge about the process. I’ll save you the gory details, but two weeks later, despite being fired from my teaching job for not showing up to my classes and cutting off almost all interaction with the outside world, I was feeling one-hundred percent better, and it was all due to the mummification of my beloved kitty cat, Jynx. Currently, I have my old best friend sitting as the centerpiece of my kitchen table right now. I encased her in a gorgeous black tomb, that gets compliments all of the time. I also have a new cat, Osiris, who will get the same treatment when she moves onto another life. Now, if you’re thinking I’m crazy for doing this, ask yourself why someone buries the family dog in the backyard. Isn’t that a little crazy? Don’t throw around the “c word” when you visit my home, just because my dead cat sits in a sarcophagus in her own little “valley of the kings” in my kitchen. While some people were negative about the idea, I found enough intrigued people to start doing it on the side for a little extra cash. What started out as a hobby soon became a profitable business! And now, your deceased companions can get the same kind of royal treatment, too! Visit mummifymypet.com for more information on this exciting offer! Mention this article to recieve a 50% discount on embalming fees!

“Why I Mummified My Cat”

by Dr. Elliot McCloskey 

English writer Charles Caleb Colton once said, “True friendship is like sound health, the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.” I learned that the hard way with my kitty cat, Jynx.

During the summer of 2007, I was a busy man. I was helping my widowed sister-in-law get her new flower shop get off the ground, teaching summer classes at Augsburg College, and working on an ill-fated project with a few of my fellow educators about ancient Egypt. I was also preparing to attend the London Ancient Science Conference, to speak on a panel about ancient Egyptian science. I had meticulously planned for everything to go smoothly for my departure to England, but as you may know, it is impossible to control the variables of anything in life.

I had an early morning flight departing from the Minneapolis/St. Paul Airport to the London Heathrow Airport, a long flight to say the least. I have the hardest time sleeping on planes, so I had planned to get a good night’s rest before embarking on my trip. Those plans were shattered when my widowed sister-in-law, Mary Ellen, knocked at my door at around ten o’ clock. She had just gotten off her job at the Northwestern Hospital and had run into a dangerous storm. She asked to stay the night, and although I really didn’t want company, I had to honor my late brother’s dying wishes to take care of his wife. She kept me up for hours with her seemingly endless requests. One in particular involved her cat allergies. She asked that I put my kitty cat, Jynx, into another room. Because I was so tired, I just put him in the basement, as I didn’t want the feisty bugger interrupting my sleep anyways.
The next morning, I was in a rush to gather my things and get my widowed sister-in-law out of my home. Luckily, I managed to get out both of us out of the house fairly quickly, and I dangerously sped through the rain to get to the airport in time. Of course, the flight was delayed. Luckily, I only had to wait a few hours, which were spent reading Geraldine Woods’ Science of Ancient Egypt, in preparation for the conference.

All went well in England, and I managed to get in a few days worth of sightseeing before returning home to my many stresses. Once I was back in Minneapolis, I learned that many homes had been flooded due to the storm that had carried on while I was away. I entered my home and immediately checked the basement for water damage. It was then when I found her.

My adorable little kitty cat, Jynx, had passed away. After the initial shock, I fell into a state of depression. I canceled my classes for that week, called out of a few meetings, and didn’t answer the phone.
The only thing that I could do during my distress was to try to focus on other things, like my Ancient Egyptian studies. While reading numerous books, I couldn’t get one aspect of the culture out of my head: the importance of pets. They were viewed not only as animal companions, but as incarnations of gods and were mummified just like many humans had been.

Maybe I was delusional, or maybe I just needed to cope, but the idea of mummifying my kitty cat, Jynx, didn’t sound all that crazy. It would also give me hands-on knowledge about the process. I’ll save you the gory details, but two weeks later, despite being fired from my teaching job for not showing up to my classes and cutting off almost all interaction with the outside world, I was feeling one-hundred percent better, and it was all due to the mummification of my beloved kitty cat, Jynx.

Currently, I have my old best friend sitting as the centerpiece of my kitchen table right now. I encased her in a gorgeous black tomb, that gets compliments all of the time. I also have a new cat, Osiris, who will get the same treatment when she moves onto another life.
Now, if you’re thinking I’m crazy for doing this, ask yourself why someone buries the family dog in the backyard. Isn’t that a little crazy? Don’t throw around the “c word” when you visit my home, just because my dead cat sits in a sarcophagus in her own little “valley of the kings” in my kitchen. While some people were negative about the idea, I found enough intrigued people to start doing it on the side for a little extra cash. What started out as a hobby soon became a profitable business! And now, your deceased companions can get the same kind of royal treatment, too!

Visit mummifymypet.com for more information on this exciting offer! Mention this article to recieve a 50% discount on embalming fees!