Oh, I should NOT tell this story because NO ONE is going to believe this is true, because if someone told me it, I wouldn't believe it either.
But I swear on a stack of Bibles it's a true story.
We had a Tom Cat, and mom was home with it most of the day and she kept telling us the cat could talk. I mean not like you and me, but it could say simple one syllable words.
Things like if Mom asked the cat if he wanted to go outside the Cat would say "Myeah."
Well, OF COURSE, I didn't believe this and thought it was just Mom being well, MOM. I would laugh every time she INSISTED she heard the cat talk.
But one day I was opening a can of tuna, and the Cat Meowed and Meowed and MEOWED for that tuna, but I ignored him, because I had no intention of sharing the tuna with the cat.
Then while my back was turned and the cat's meows became more insistent suddenly I CLEARLY heard the Cat yell my name. CLEARLY heard the cat yell my name.
I spun around in shock and disbelief. The Cat just looked at me. The only other person in the house was my sister. I went downstairs and asked her if she called me, HOPING that was the case.
She didn't. I went back upstairs. Looked around the house for anyone else who could have called me. Then I went back in the kitchen looked at the cat again, in shock and disbelief and the cat looked at me and said, "Meow!" in the EXACT tone that conveyed, "Yeah it was me, dummy!"
And so I gave the cat that can of tuna.
And after that, I stopped laughing at Mom when she said the cat could talk.
Oh, I know I shouldn't tell this story, but I SWEAR it's true!
