Mrs. Smith's Cat

Every winter we hear about tragic situations with cats or dogs seeking shelter from the elements under or around a car with sad outcomes. However, this incident is hilarious, to me. Mr. and Mrs. Smith were Bridge players. I've never played Bridge and don't want to. Doesn't sound like much fun to me. Because we lived in a rural area, there were few Bridge players, but with gas being less than a dollar, traveling (or cruising) wasn't out of the question. Mr. and Mrs. Smith drove over to the Pickett's for Bridge one Thursday night. Going from their house to the Pickett's was about a twelve mile drive, one way. The Pickett's house was in a historical neighborhood, with stone or clapboard houses almost being townhouses, right up on the sidewalk with parallel parking in front. They settled in with their drinks into the chairs around a square card table in front of the window facing the street. It got dark earlier at that time of year, so it was fully dark and cool outside. They were well into their card game when Mrs. Smith noticed a grey tabby cat standing on the window sill outside, looking in. She said, 'That looks just like our cat!." Well, come to find out it was their cat. She had ridden all the way, twelve miles, somehow under, in, or around the car, all the way to their card party. Now standing on the window sill, looking right at her and meowing.