When I was married we had two cats. Lewis and Plutonia. One day I decided to perform an experiment in cat reactions. I laid on the kitchen floor and pretended to be injured. Then I called our cats. After a while they moseyed in and came over to me. I said, " Lewis, Plutonia, I'm hurt, help me. Go get help!" Plutonia laid down near me and started to clean herself. Lewis went over to his food bowl to see if anything was in it. Then I thought maybe if I started to drag myself toward the door, they would realize the seriousness of the situation and maybe assist me to move by tugging on my clothing. Nope. Plutonia did start playing with my shoe laces though. And Lewis continued to wait at his food bowl. The experiment was a failure. I realized that they needed emergency training. I later showed them how to dial 911 on the phone, which I think they understood because they played with the phone cord. I also read to them out of a first aid book while they lay on the sofa.
Those cats, they cracked me up.
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