The Clever Cat
January 7th 2010 21:00
I was telling my colleague about the time Butterscotch went missing when he scoffed at the story and said, “He’s so clever that he couldn’t find his way home.”
“He was lost,” I said. “And he was frightened. He didn’t know if he would ever see Gingersnap or Brett again. He is a clever cat.”
“I’ll tell you about a clever cat,” said my colleague. “It was my cat. He knew how to open the window to let me in if I was locked out. He was so clever that he would get into people’s kitchens and lie in front of the refrigerator. People would think that was cute so they would give him food.”
“How did he get into other people’s kitchens?” I asked.
“Through an open window or door.”
“How did you find out he was being fed by other people?”
“People talk. You talk to your neighbours. You say hello to them and mention things that have been happening.”
I don’t care. I still think Butterscotch is the cleverest cat in the world. In my eyes, he is better than any cat including Gingersnap (but don’t tell him I said that).
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