Mudd, don't be too hard on yourself, no apology needed. I always enjoy your posts and your obviously healthy sense of humor. Tell your wife I said so.
I got to thinking about that cat. It was a male cat that had a hard life. He was given to us by a fisherman friend who came to go moose hunting, and had named it Crab Bait.
He was missing half his tail because an otter bit it off. He was so covered with grease and oil we thought it was a gray cat until we washed him and found out he was white.
The cat had lived in the engine compartment of the troller, because it was warm there, but the noise had made him pretty deaf. This probably helped the eagle fly down undetected on Crab Bait's blindside as he sat on our bedroom deck railing. The eagle did not carry him off, but the impact with talons killed him instantly.
I buried him in the ground on our property, despite what his name was.