Two days ago, I went to take my cat, Sylvia, to the vet. I was unable to start the car after several attempts, so I had to cancel the appointment and have a new battery installed. Although it was momentary, I swear I heard giggling from Sylvia's cat carrier. I couldn't prove that she had drained the old battery. Still, after hearing the song she played after getting out of her carrier, I wondered. It was a rare alternate version of a Harry Belafonte tune called "Man Smart, Tabby Smarter."
I hadn't known there was such a version. I was torn. I didn't know whether to let Sylvia's possibly nefarious scheme irk me or admire her clever initiative and record collecting prowess. I took her to the vet the next day, though, and she was a good sport. I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt.
