Mom, I didn't touch him ...

The Siamese cat, that we used to have, figured out that if he cried foul before someone touched him, that someone might get into trouble. That someone was a little boy who at times mistook the cat's tail for a handle.

The little boy grew up into a kind, cat loving person. Our present cat considers that grown up little boy a buddy of the best kind. In fact, that darn cat will sit up for its breakfast the first time Big Ed asks her to. It's problematic for J and me.

But, the (long gone) Siamese is remembered as the cat who got him into trouble by yelling for help when the little boy came near.

That was a smart cat ...