My wife once had a cat named Kimball. Kimball was a loving creature, but not very bright. There was one evening that he decided to stand over a lit candle. It was nice and warm at first— and then a bit too hot. So he stood there, smoke rolling off his belly, meowing about how uncomfortable he was. She pulled him off the flame and figured he would’ve learned his lesson; not so. A few minutes later, he was standing over two candles.

On another occasion, Kimball demonstrated his hunting prowess by catching a mouse. Which he then ate. By swallowing it whole. The X-ray showed a very clear intact mouse skeleton inside the cat skeleton.