Some people just aren’t cat people, and this man was one of them. His wife adored her feline companion, but he couldn’t stand the thing. So, he hatched a plan to “lose” the cat—permanently.
First, he drove twenty blocks away and left the cat near a park. But when he got home, the cat was already there, looking smug. Undeterred, he tried again the next day, driving twice as far. No luck—the cat beat him back.
Frustrated, he went all out. He drove for miles, zigzagging through streets, making turns at random, certain the cat would never track its way home. But when he finally stopped, he realized he was the one who was lost.
Desperate, he called his wife. “Is the cat there?” he asked. “Yes,” she said, confused. He sighed. “Put him on the phone. I need help getting back.”
Somehow, the cat had won. Again.
