The cat my family had for almost all of my childhood was named Wendy (after Wendy Whiner, a character on "Saturday Night Live"). We rescued her from a shelter the summer before Erin and I started first grade, and she passed away only a few weeks after I got married. Whenever she got shut down in the basement and wanted back upstairs, she used to stick her paw underneath the door and "twang" the doorstop that was screwed to the door. She was one smart cat.
All weekend long in Chicago, Erin and I kept trying to figure out who was smarter - Charlotte or Erin's cat, Margie. When Charlotte and Margie were interested in the same toys, we thought they might just be about on the same level. And then this happened:
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Now that a cheap toy! :-)
We finally determined that if we held a battle of the wits between Margie and Charlotte, they would tie. Charlotte playing with Margie's "feather on a stick" toy was priceless!
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