I was just chatting to the woman who lives in the house one over from me. Finny appeared on the scene and was looking very wary. Turns out she hisses him out of her yard just about every day but this is because she occasionally has her ex-husband's dogs there and doesn't want him to get an unpleasant surprise. We were talking about the fact that he was adventurous and feisty, but also quite dumb.
"He's the stupidest cat I know," I said. "His saving grace is that he's very handsome."
"He is handsome," she said. "But you, you're a supermodel."
Goodness me! That took me aback. I think I may have giggled a bit as I said, "Oh thanks!"
"Oh," she said, pointing to Pounce, who had unbeknownst to me put in an appearance. "I was talking about her."
Well. You know. Fair enough. After all, I do get out of bed for less than $10,000 a day. Every stinking day.