Originally Posted by
rjhenn
I had a cat who understood some English. We had just moved into a new house. I left both cats locked up down in the basement and went to bed. When I woke up the one was sitting on the windowsill in the bedroom. I said "How did you get up here?" She jumped down, went to the door and stopped and looked at me. I got up and followed her down the hallway and into a half bathroom. She went under the sink and disappeared. When I looked under the sink all I saw was a vent cover leaning against the wall. When I looked underneath the vent cover there was a hole in the wall. I checked the closet on the other side of the wall and found it had a false floor. Under the false floor was a cavity with a hole in the wall on either side. The other side led into the basement. So then I went down to the room that I'd locked her into and looked around. Lo and behold, above a no-longer-used water heater (the house having originally been all-electric, and later converted to gas because of the electric bills) there was a hole in the wall. The second cat never noticed it. She was nice, but not too bright. Later, when we had babies, the first cat would watch them, and if they did anything that she didn't like, she'd be off like a shot to find my wife. Then she'd chatter at her (being 1/4 Siamese) until my wife would go check on the baby. Later on, she trained the children on how to treat cats. She was the smartest cat I've ever seen and I still miss her.
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