Of course everyone's pet is the smartest, cutest, and most loving
creature in the world, but in Sophie's case this is actually true.
She had some truly amazing talents. She could hear my eyelids open.
I tested this on many occasions. She loved to sleep on my chest at
night, and when I woke up in the morning and realized her presence I
would lie completely still for a while, and then open my eyes. Even
though she was facing away from me, she would let out a meow the
instant they opened. I also taught her to use the toilet instead of
the litterbox. On several occasions, when I had friends over, they
would hear the sound of someone peeing in the bathroom, and not
believe me when I told them it was my cat Sophie. She also spoke a
foreign language. She could quack like a duck, and several people
thought I had a duck in the house. When I first got Sophie, I was
working a lot at Paradise Systems, and she was very lonely alone at
home. One day someone at work brought in a box full of kittens. I
took one home with me and named her Emma, after Emma Woodhouse, one of
my favorite fictional characters. She became Sophie's best friend and
constant companion, until her death 15 years later. I don't really
have that much to say about Emma, because she was really Sophie's cat,
not mine. I have owned several other cats in my life, but none has
been like Sophie.
Quote of the day:
She was what we called a suicide
blonde -- dyed by her own hand.
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