One sign a Slice reader is losing her grip

She phones me with a story about her cat bringing a live bat into her home through a pet door.

Nothing wrong with that, of course. But I liked it better when she shared it with me the first time, in 1998.

(The cat’s unusual name rang a bell, so I looked it up.)

Oh, well. Maybe she just forgot that I already printed an item based on that animal adventure.

Fourteen years is a long time, especially in cat years.