Good help is hard to find

Saturday morning I went to an art fair with my friend Sherry in downtown Kalamazoo. After zipping through all the booths, we went into this shoe store to look at athletic sandals. Or it might have been a place with an indoor rock climbing wall that sold shoes on the side. I don't know. Any way, there was a really fluffy cream-colored Persian cat walking around. It walked up to me, and every time I talked to it, it seemed like it meowed a sentence back. The cat had a lot to say! So I carried on a conversation with the cat until the guy working there come to tell me all I wanted to know about the sandals I was looking at. Ended up they didn't have my size, so we turned to leave. I asked if the cat was his. The cat was, and it's name is Bill. We almost fell over laughing