Cats make pickles part 2

My dad is one of those guys who doesn't like very many condiments. He hates mustard, doesn't like salad dressing and cannot stand pickles. He also, like me, is not particularly fond of Cats. When we were younger, he tried to instill this dislike of these things with a small but of "fact" which was him telling us that Cats make Pickles and we believed him for a while, either that or we just didn't question it, I don't know for sure, but I do know that I didn't think about it until late into my elementary school days.
So my little cousin Jrace (I have tried 6 times to spell this boys name in the last thirty seconds and that's as close as I can get to Drrr • ace ) anyways, so he was about 4 at the time and he had a kitten named Pickles (ironic no?). One rainy afternoon, pickles had somehow wandered out into the yard and was cold and shivering at the moment Jrrr•ace had found him. Wanting to save all animals, Jrrr•ace knew that he had to warm up the cold cat, however, Jrr•ace was about 4 years old at the time and only knew that when you want to warm up something quickly you do what? That's right people, you put it in the microwave.
From what I hear, there was a lot of smoke, and they had a small burial for what was left of pickles, but this memory has gone down in history as the best cat story I have ever heard, thank you Drrr•ace!