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A bin story or a parking story.

That's my porn.

My name's Kate and I'm a veterinary nurse.

A few years ago, my little cat Ralph sadly got run over and died.

Oh, that's really sad.

I took him to work and I got him cremated.

Perk of the job.

I paid extra to get his ashes back in a lovely patterned cardboard box so that we could bring him home and scatter his ashes in the garden.

At the same time, I ordered a lovely ceramic cat to put in the garden and mark where his ashes were.

I love that.

I put both the box with the pot cat in and my cat's ashes by the back door, ready to put him in the garden the next day.

So when I went to get the ashes and the pot cat, the next day I couldn't find them.

Odd.

So I rang my husband to see if he knew where they were.

He stuttered a bit and then told me he thought they were just cardboard boxes.

No, and he put them in a recycling bin and put the bins out for collection.

I was horrified, ran out to check the bins and was so upset to find they'd already been empty to see very efficient bin men.

After calling the council, which was a very odd conversation, they said they hadn't come across them and there was no chance of them getting back.

I mean, how would you, right?

I was devastated at the time.