Stray Cat joke

Our young daughter had adopted a wandering cat. To my distress, he began to use the back of our new sofa as a scratching post.

"Don't worry," my husband reassured me. "I'll have him trained in no time."

I watched for a number of days as my husband tolerantly "trained" our new pet. Whenever the cat smashed, my husband deposited him outdoors to teach him a lesson.

The cat learned immediately. For the next 16 years, whenever he wanted to go outside, he scratched the back of the sofa.