Warning The Clueless

“Millie! Get out of the street!” The yelling from the room next to me pulled me from my nap. “Millie! Get out of the street!” The plea sounded again, and a few more times. By now, I was almost fully awake while sitting upright in my office recliner. My wife was trying to reason with a cat—not even our cat—to get out of the middle of the street in front of our home. Over the many years, a number of our cats had met their demise in that street. So, the imploring wasn’t without a reason (although reasoning was a...