JUST FOR LAUGHS
Bengal or Siberian?
Living in a household with eight indoor cats requires buying large amounts of kitty litter, which I usually get in 25-pound bags—100 pounds at a time. When I was going to be out of town for a week, I decided to go to the supermarket to stock up. As my husband and I both pushed shopping carts, each loaded with five large bags of litter, a man looked at our purchases and queried, “Bengal or Siberian?”
One night while I was cat-sitting my daughter’s indoor feline, it escaped outside.
When it failed to return the following morning, I found the beast clinging to a branch about 30 feet up in a spindly tree.
Unable to lure it down, I called the fire department.
“We don’t do that anymore,” the woman dispatcher said. When I persisted, she was polite but firm. “The cat will come down when it gets hungry enough.” “How do you know that?” I asked. “Have you ever seen a cat skeleton in a tree?” she said.
Two hours later the cat was back, looking for breakfast.