Chester was the cat's name - or I've totally misunderstood the poem. Cats seem to be the most self-contained of all creatures. They are right at the top end of the food-chain. They have no further use for evolution. Their only business here is to enjoy life at the top. There was a French philosopher who said that cats were super-intelligent and could talk if they wanted to. They just didn't have anything to say. Cats have no use for intellect. I had a chocolate persian called Watson, who spent most of his time in a cathouse called The Watsonian Institute. We discussed elementary things. The conversation tended to be somewhat one-sided and he often communicated his opinion by going to sleep. I had to answer an intelligence question once, "As music is to rhythm so days are to ______" The correct answer turned out to be "repetition". That made me wonder whether the people who set these tests were actually smarter than me and, if not, what was the point in taking their damned tests? Why couldn't they explain what was wrong with "succession", "periodicity" or "diurnality" which they rejected? Then there was the question "A Cynic is someone who knows the price of everything and the _____ of nothing" I said that the answer they were probably looking for was "value" but it wasn't a valid question because it was one of Oscar Wilde's epigrams and, although it worked as a joke, it wasn't true. They didn't like me. Days do go by indistinguishably leaving no trace. That doesn't bother <b>...</b>