My kitty is super smart

From Alfred’s journal

The gray cat from the blue house spent all of this afternoon under the feeder, not hunting, just sitting where the seed falls. For years I called her stupid for it, since nothing lands while she is there and she must know it by now. Today the woman who feeds her came out and sat on the step, and the cat left the feeder at once and went to her, and I understood the cat had never been waiting for me. My kitty is super smart, the woman said, scratching her ear, and I had to agree, though not for the reason she meant. I was the one who had been watched all summer, and I had thought I was the one doing the watching. Switch says cats are simple. Switch has been treed twice this month.