"There's nothing left for me to live for."

That's a very effective billboard thought Danny-O as he drove past in his 1998 Toyota Camry. Well, actually it wasn't his Camry. He was test driving it.

"This thing drives like a dream," he commented to the orange cat in the passenger seat, expecting, of course, no answer, realizing, as he was a very bright man, that not even the most intelligent of cats possess the ability to speak. "I know, I know," he replied, pretending that the cat had, indeed, verbally responded to his first comment, "I don't like the color either. But at this price I'd be a fool not to get it."

 But Danny-O had misinterpreted his cat friend. The orange cat liked the color very much. Not only did it like the color, it liked the way it handled the corners. This was possibly the finest car the cat had ever ridden passenger in. Frustrated, it had once again been misunderstood.