How Is My Cat?
A bachelor kept a cat for companionship, and loved his cat more than life.
He was planning a trip to England and entrusted the cat to his brother's
care. As soon as he arrived in England he called his brother.
"How is my cat?" he asked.
"Your cat is dead," came the reply.
"Oh my," he exclaimed. "Did you have to tell me like that!?!"
"How else should I tell you your cat's dead?" inquired the brother.
"You should have led me up to it gradually," explained the bachelor. "For
example, when I called tonight you could have told me my cat was on the
roof, but the Fire Department is getting it down. When I called tomorrow
night, you could have told me that they dropped him and broke his back,
but a fine surgeon is doing all he can for him. Then, when I called the
third night, you could have told me the surgeon did all he could but my
cat passed away. That way it wouldn't have been such a shock."
"By the way," he continued, "how's Mother?"
"Mother?" came the reply, "oh, she's up on the roof, but the Fire
Department is getting her down."