That's not McCartney!
A conversation I just had: In my friend’s car
F: Do you remember how my cat, McCartney, has been gone for several weeks now?
M: Yeah. I’m sorry. I know your little guy misses her.
F: Yeah, well , there is a cat that looks just like her that just showed up at church. I just know it’s not McCartney but B and my dad think it is. They have been trying to catch it and leaving food out for it.
M: Is there anyway to know for sure, some distinguishing mark or was she solid orange?
F: She was just solid but she did have six claws on one paw. B talked my dad into going up to the church and look at the cat’s paws to see if it was her.
M: So, was it her? Did it have six claws?
F: It didn’t have six claws but it wasn’t her.
M: How can you be sure?
F: Because it had a penis.
Yup, that would clear up that mystery.
