I take back any statements referring to how smart our kitties are. Yes, I still maintain they are smart and wonderful but can no longer be called “the smartest” because of Purr’s insistence on climbing under Jon’s truck’s hood and riding away.
He has done it three times and once, Meow accompanied him.
The first time, he was gone for 24 hours. I thought a coyote had eaten him but Uncle Chad found him at his farm. As soon as The Littles woke up, we had a reunion with the prodigal cat.