A man couldn’t stand his wife’s cat and decided he’d had enough — he was going to get rid of it once and for all. He drove twenty blocks away, left the cat there, and headed home. But to his shock, as he pulled into the driveway, there was the cat — already waiting for him.
The next day, he tried again, this time driving forty blocks farther. Yet somehow, the cat still managed to beat him home. Determined, he kept going farther each time, but no matter how many blocks he added, the cat always returned before he did.
Finally, exasperated, he drove several miles away, turning right, then left, crossing a bridge, making more random turns until he was completely certain the cat could never find its way back. Satisfied, he left the cat and started driving home — or at least tried to.
Hours later, utterly lost, he called his wife and asked, “Jen, is the cat there?”
“Yes,” she replied, puzzled. “Why do you ask?”
The man sighed and said, “Put that wicked cat on the phone — I’m lost and need directions!”