Sadly Jester was not exactly a bright kitty. He didn't even live to be a year old. He liked to visit with our neighbours across the road. Need I say more.
Sylvester died at age eight. Young for a healthy kitty, but he suddenly became ill and died before we could do anything about it. The photo of him looking out the patio door was just a few days before his death.
The tabby, George, belongs to my brother and SIL. He is typically an indoor cat which is good, because all things considered, his intelligence ranks up there with Jester.
In order to keep a true perspective of one's importance,everyone should have a dog that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him. ~ Dereke Bruce