Years ago I saw the cats at the coliseum devour fish and chips that somebody gave them. My brother and I started thinking about lions, but, since we missed our cats at home, we ignored the grandeur of our surroundings and watched the cats instead.

I used to work in a book store which had two cats. One day the brother of one of my co-workers came by with his three young sons. I came up out of the basement to see all three boys eating the cat food. It just LOOKED so good. Then we got them each a glass of water and they were okay. The cats were a little offended however.

When I was a teenager we kept goats. There was one very large black cat, Othello, that would watch me milking them. When I was done he would walk along the bench where I was straining the milk, put one paw on either side of my face and give me a kiss and a hug. Needless to say he always got some milk. At all other hours of the day and night he avoided humans as if we had the plague.