The Psychic, by Kitty

A beautiful purebred black Persian named Mister joined Mama M's family, coming by adoption from Greenville, S.C. He was an active and loving son. Actually, he was the only cat at home during his life there.

One of his favorite pastimes was to sit on the counter of the lavatory while Mama M washed her face. Mister would playfully bat the stream of water coming from the faucet.

But the most memorable trait was his ability to know where he was going. 

If Mama M was going to take him to visit family back in Greenville, she would pack her suitcase, put Mister in his carrier and into the car, back out of the parking space, and drive out to the highway. Mister would not utter a sound. 

If Mama M was going to take him to board at the vet's, she would pack her suitcase, put Mister in his carrier and into the car, back out of the parking space, and drive out to the highway--exactly the same routine and route she would follow when going to Greenville. Mister knew the difference. He would me-ow loudly the whole way!