Don't Feed the Reincarnations

This entry is not about my cat. It is about a different cat. I met one on my way home, in an alley. It was starving. Short-haired, monochrome, with a little off-kilter box moustache. A white face, with what resembled a human head of black hair parted down the middle. Basically the cat looked like Hitler after a long night of drinking. It wasn't her fault.

I brought the thin thing in and gave her some of Moneypenny's cat food. Surprisingly, they only sparred a little. I say surprisingly 'cause Moneypenny hates cats. She doesn't know that she's a cat.

There are only a few species that can pass the sentience test. Rule of thumb: if you put a cat or dog, no matter how advanced in years, before a mirror, it'll be a while 'til they figure out it isn't an intruder, that is if they ever deduce it at all. Meanwhile a human child, no matter how young, will recognize its own reflection. I've heard that dolphins, apes, some parrots, and elephants can also pass the test. Where they found a mirror big enough to suit an elephant, I don't know.

Chap (that's what I named the cat that looked like Hitler) ate its food and mewed and then I opened up the door and let it disappear. I'll be charitable, sure, but I'm a one-cat man.