THE CLEVER CAT
Mrs Andrews had a young cat, and it was the cat’s first winter. One evening it was outside when it began to snow heavily.
Mrs Andrews looked anywhere and shouted its name, but she didn’t find it, so she telephoned the police and said, “I have lost a small black cat. Has anybody found one”.
“No, madam,” said the policeman at the other end. “But casts are really very strong animals. They sometimes live for days in the snow, and when it melts or sombody finds them, they are quite all right.”
Mrs Andrews felt happier when she heard this. “And,” she said, “our cat is very clever. She almost talks.”
The policeman was getting rather tired. “Well then,” he said, “why don’t you put your telephone down? Perharps she is trying to telephone you now.”