A cat crossed my path yesterday on the walk home. Not to worry, it was half black, half white, so I figure I split my luck on that one.

I do a superb impression of a cat. Meowing, that is, not prancing about or anything. So I meowed at the cat and it stopped and turned and looked at me. I can't help but imagine that cats have a language similar to ours and that I probably stopped the cat dead in its tracks by meowing something like, "Don't forget the potato chips."