April 18, 2007
I opened the refrigerator door, grabbed the American cheese and pulled off a slice. I turned around put the cheese back in the refrigerator and closed the door. I heard a noise that I couldn’t quite identify. I listened closer, heard it again; something in the refrigerator, clinking, clattering. I opened the door on the refrigerator. There was my cat Pharaoh. He looked at me and purred. He was helping himself to the American cheese slices I had just placed back into the refrigerator. I wondered how he had gotten in there. Then I figured it out. Pretty smart cat.