Evolution

The first time miss Patty fed the cats under her window they seamed to like that and she felt they were kind of smiling at her. So she decided to give them food every day until a whole week had passed and she heard a strange voice underneath her window:
- This crazy woman is an awful cook.
- Pretend you like it – answered the other cat and the two cats continued to eat.
Miss Patty was shocked and thought it’s rather time to visit her psychiatrist then admit that she actually heard real cat talking.
The doctor told Miss Patty to avoid any contact with the cats and that all the voices come from her head. She obeyed what she was told and ceased going downstairs. But from time to time she had food that she couldn’t eat because it was too much or because it was a bit old so she began throwing it from the window. And as she threw it she run rapidly inside to avoid any contact with the cats.
But one morning as she was throwing some peaces of bread from the window she heard a voice.
- Hey, Lady!
She froze at the window and began turning her eyes around.
- Yea, you, on the third floor, with the white hair and big glasses that don’t fit on your face!
- Me? – Asked Miss Patty and her hands were trembling.
- Yea, you.
Miss Patty saw one of the cats in the neighborhood right underneath her window:
- Hey, Lady! If you continue to throw food under your window please throw something tasty! Not this smelly garbage! Even the street dogs wouldn’t eat it! Please learn to cook!
And Miss Patty fainted. Thanks god she fell on the inside of her window. When she woke up she decided not to tell anyone because everybody were going to think she had finally lost her mind.
She sat at her living room and tried to calm down, but what was there to calm about – it was just a talking cat under her window who thought she was a bad cook. What the hell! And at that moment the doorbell rang. Miss Patty fixed her hair, pulled her blouse and opened the door just to find there the cat.
- Hello.
- Hello? – answered miss Patty as she was trembling but at the same time telling her self “Its just a cat who rung at my doorbell. It even said Hello to me”
- I am sorry to bother you, but may I have some milk?
- But of course, dear, let me take it from the kitchen…Do you want to come in?
- No, I’d rather stay outside.
- Very well then.
And miss Patty went to the kitchen and came back with a plate and some milk she pored in it.
- But how is it possible. You can talk? You speak like a human…
- Evolution, lady. Cold you give me some more milk? Miau…
The cat drunk three tee plates with milk and left miss Patty in deep thoughts. As the new day was dawning she was still sitting on her couch looking at the wall as if the wall was telling her some incredible things. At eight o’clock in the morning the postman rang at her door but she didn’t open it. He rang again but Miss Patty couldn’t open because she had died at the very instant the door bell rang.
Two days later she was buried at the cemetery and she couldn’t tell anyone about her discovery. Well what the hell, they would have taken her for crazy. May be they didn’t deserve to know. May be the time has come? Who knows… Miss Patty left this world, but she finally realized that it was hell fast changing and whatever you know is oldnews…