My cat was not the swiftest cat in the litter.

I had a cat, Pete, who was not the swiftest cat in the litter. I had another cat, Turkey. She would stand at the end of a long corridor in my apartment. Pete would walk by, and Turkey would haul off and belt him across his face, She would take off running down the hall, with Pete running after her. When she got about a foot from the wall at the end of the hall, she'd stop running, turn and watch Pete crash into the wall. After a few crashes, I thought Pete would figure it out-he never did. Turkey used to do this to him 4-5 times a day for at least 7 years.
Were you're pet all Einsteins?
 

Gosh, I love this story, Fuzz! The girl cats are definitely smarter than the boys! That's my experience!
 
My Uncle Norm had an over sized Doberman named Rufus. In the summer time Norm and his wife would sit out in the front yard under a big old Elm tree in the evenings. Norm smoked Black Cat plain tips, while his wife Pearl smoked Export A with cork filter tips. The front door would be open for the breeze. Norm would tell Rufus " go get my smokes from the house " Rufus would go in and get them, from the kitchen table and bring them out to Norm. Rufus was some how able to get the right smokes, every time.

When Rufus died at around age 12, Norm bought a black and white Harlequin Great Dane, named Zorro. He was a strikingly handsome dog, with a black face, hence his name. Zorro was a dumb as a stump. He fell down the basement stairs, on a regular basis. He was so lazy that Norm had to wake him up to feed him.

At that time, in around 1956 Norm bought a brand new 1956 Buick Roadmaster convertible, red with a white interior and white roof, with every option that you could order. Zorro was allowed to ride in the back seat, with the top down. It was a stunning combination of a jazzy car, and a giant dog. GM Canada actually used that car and that dog, in a colour sales brochure. Zorro died of intestinal disease at about age 4. JIM.
 

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