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Cats are both cute and intelligent.
There's two very nice cats in our street called Trouble and 21, who often hang round for a stroke and a bowl of milk. I sometimes sit in the porch with a cup of coffee and the newspaper, and occaisionally they come and join me. They know it's a safe place whenever it's raining, or there's fireworks going off. All the cats in our street are nice, as it happens.
The same two cats have worked out how to feed from wheelie bins; they stand on a wall next to the bin, and one lifts the lid up with his paw and climbs in. When he starts meowing, the other, who has been keeping watch, lifts the lid enough for the first cat to jump up and get a paw through the gap so that he can clamber out.
There's a couple that hang round the village and come into where I work too.
We also had a cat for years, who was called Whiskey. He was superb.
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