This is Oscar, he is a stupid cat. I can't say whether or not he was born dumb, or it something that has developed over time. What I can say confidently is that he is stupid. More often than not you can find his tongue sticking half out of his mouth, he seems incapable of jumping, and generally acts like a dog. For a cat this is not a good thing. However, even with all this working against him we still really like him. He comes when he's called (which is more than I can say for the dog), and is very loving. So imagine my surprise when Kaje and I are back at the old apartment this week finishing the cleaning process and I step outside only to see a slightly pudgy, striped, orange cat sauntering over. I imagine the confusion was evident on my face as I knelt down and called him over. You see I know for a fact he wasn't in the front of the car with us, but he was heading towards me when I called him, and he even let me pick him up and scratch his head. I brought him over to the light and he seemed to look and feel like Oscar. This was about the time he got fidgety and ran off. I went inside to convey the goings on of my evening to my loving wife, and she stepped outside and called out to him. Sure enough he came running over, and the same checks transpired, he again became agitated and ran off. He did not come back this time. It was hard to really believe it was him because it seemed impossible for him to have stowed away. Upon returning home we, of course, found him sleeping on the couch. I still believe he found a way over to old place and managed to get back before us. It's not everyday an identical orange cat comes when its called and lets you scratch behind its ears, but in this situation I'm not entirely sure which way Occam's Razor cuts.