A couple were going out for the evening. They'd gotten ready, all dressed up, cat put out, etc. The taxi arrives, and as the couple got out, the cat shoots back in. They don't want the cat shut

A couple were going out for the evening. They'd gotten ready, all dressed up, cat put out, etc. The taxi arrives, and as the couple got out, the cat shoots back in. They don't want the cat shut in for the entire night without food or water, so the husband, a man of quick (if not always brilliant) ideas, turns to his wife with a determined look.

"Don't worry, darling," he declares, "I've got this! You wait in the taxi, I'll be right back."

He then proceeds to get down on his hands and knees, peering under the house. The wife, sighing dramatically, reluctantly gets back into the cab, while the taxi driver, a seasoned observer of domestic chaos, starts his meter with a knowing smirk.

Minutes tick by. Five, then ten. The wife is getting increasingly antsy, tapping her foot impatiently. Finally, the husband emerges, covered in cobwebs and a stray leaf or two, but triumphant.

"Got him!" he announces, holding up a rather disgruntled-looking cat. "He was hiding behind the washing machine. Crafty little devil!"

He hands the cat to his wife, who cradles it protectively. "Oh, thank goodness, dear! You're a hero!"

As they finally settle into the taxi, the wife glances down at the cat, then back at her husband. A puzzled expression crosses her face. "Honey," she says slowly, "didn't our cat have a white spot on its head?"

The husband blinks, then looks down at the cat in his wife's arms. He looks up at their house, then back at the cat, then slowly, very slowly, his eyes drift to their next-door neighbor's house, where a very familiar-looking white-spotted cat is now staring intently out of a window