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My Pierre likes to join in family gatherings and take part in the conversation. Last time I had a houseful there weren't enough chairs, so my son moved Pierre to the floor.
Pierre thought a while and then went off to get a mousie which he proceeded to bat around the room. When he had everyone's attention, he batted it under the couch. Sad, soulful-eyed kitty meows at adults. My son, who is soft in the head about cats like all the family, got up to retrieve it. Ah ha, kitty forgets about mouse and leaps into empty chair. There he lies, staring around the room with a smug expression. You know that Cheshire cat grin.
The look on my son's face was priceless. Outsmarted by a cat fair and square, he had no choice except to get another chair from the dining room. Don't tell me cats can't plot against us.
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