I have a cat. His name is Hobo. He is dumb. Hobo has found himself in a tree five times. Once he starved himself until he passed out and fell to the ground. One time we put a cat carrier on the end of a long stick with food inside and held it up to him. He jumped in the carrier, knocked it off the stick, fell to the ground, and then peed on my mom. He has been hit by a car twice. The second time it broke his leg and he was in a cast. When the vet took the cast off, it pulled the fur off his leg, so he had a bald leg. That disturbed him. He insists on sitting in front of the sensor for the garage door. Once he was trying to get a ping pong ball out of a tight space and when he found he couldn’t get his head between the washer and the cabinet, he backed up and ran faster, knocking his head against the cabinet even harder. He chases cars. He covers his poop with the trash bag liner instead of the litter in the box, which is there for that purpose. If he isn’t watching where he is going, he can’t walk in a straight line. But he is my dumb Hobo. And I love him dearly.