Porcelain cats

One time when we took George II over to Victoria Park to visit mom & dad he got very concerned about what I think is a remarkably UN-lifelike porcelain cat that lives outside the apartment across the hall from theirs. Many of the Vic Park inmates have some trinket outside their door. It serves to ornament the spartan hallways and distinguishes their door from neighbouring doors that would otherwise look identical. When mom & dad moved in their concrete cowboy quickly moved in after them and has been standing guard outside their door ever since.

So when we encounted an old girl in the lobby and she announced that she lived "across the hall from your parents", it seemed perfectly logical to me that she must own the porcelain cat, and I said something to that effect. She drew herself up to her full 5'2" of height, pushed out her chest, thrust her jaw forward and said "I CERTAINLY DO NOT HAVE ANY HORSES & CATTLE." She then started to walk away but turned back to mutter something to the effect that father must be going crazy if he thought she had horses and cattle. After that she stomped off.