When my little sister (not lil' sis,) was even more little, she thought our cat was helping her with her math. That cat's answer was indicated by tapping or kneading the bed.
My sister would read out loud her problem and then count each kitty paw movement scribbling a 7 next to 8 -2.
She didn't do to well at math, but it's not the cat's fault none of my siblings or I did well in math.
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Yah, I remember that.
It's ok, when I was younger I was CONVINCED that the cat's tail had it's own brain. And moved of it's own accord. And so I would play with Sammie's tail.
He'd always end up scratching me for it. I figured the tail must have communicated its anger to its clawed friend.
Stupid cat tails.
I think your cats deliberately misled the whole family. That Lulu has an evil glare in her eyes.
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