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I'm well aware that my beloved Snowball is not the brightest of cats. Usually I'm charitable and willing to pretend it's because he's still quite young, but it's difficult sometimes.

Take this morning, for instance.

He's been bouncing around the house like a slinky on crack ever since he woke up. Occasionally, he'll start climbing the walls, and attacking various inanimate objects. All fairly standard behaviour.

Then, he spots a fat pigeon on the window sill. Fat pigeon spots him and starts strutting up and down the window sill, smug in the realisation that there is a pane of glass between him and the mighty hunter.*

After clicking at it for a while, Snowball lunges at it, conveniently forgetting the presence of the window. So he smacks head first into the glass, and slides down with a baffled look on his face. He retreats to the bed and sulks for a while.

Now, I'm still willing to believe it's all inexperience and youthful exuberance, were it not for the fact that 10 minutes later, he does the exact same thing.

So I must face the awful truth. As sweet and affectionate my beloved Snowball may be, he's also dumber than a lobotomised rock.

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*That or it was a stupid** pigeon with suicidal tendencies.

**More so than usual.