Of course everyone's pet is the smartest, cutest, and most loving creature in the world, but in Sophie's case this is actually true. She had some truly amazing talents. She could hear my eyelids open. I tested this on many occasions. She loved to sleep on my chest at night, and when I woke up in the morning and realized her presence I would lie completely still for a while, and then open my eyes. Even though she was facing away from me, she would let out a meow the instant they opened. I also taught her to use the toilet instead of the litterbox. On several occasions, when I had friends over, they would hear the sound of someone peeing in the bathroom, and not believe me when I told them it was my cat Sophie. She also spoke a foreign language. She could quack like a duck, and several people thought I had a duck in the house. When I first got Sophie, I was working a lot at Paradise Systems, and she was very lonely alone at home. One day someone at work brought in a box full of kittens. I took one home with me and named her Emma, after Emma Woodhouse, one of my favorite fictional characters. She became Sophie's best friend and constant companion, until her death 15 years later. I don't really have that much to say about Emma, because she was really Sophie's cat, not mine. I have owned several other cats in my life, but none has been like Sophie.

Quote of the day:
She was what we called a suicide blonde -- dyed by her own hand.
Saul Bellow

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