This is a humorous true story about our 18 year old cat who died of a brain tumor. He was unusual inasmuch as he had learned to play dead and together he and I had a routine.First, however, the cat had an encounter with a lobster. On a summers day a number of years ago, my wife and I were going to have an old fashioned New England clambake. Just the two of us. We purchased a lobster and two quarts of steamers and the placed the bag in the foor space under the dash on my wife's side of the car.At a traffic light I rattled the bag and the lobster came alive and hopped out of the bag. At a local convenience store parking lot, I was able to get the lobster back into the bag and this time into a cooler we had in the trunk.When we got home, I filled the kitchen sink with cool water and placed the lobster and clams into it until we were ready to cook.My wife and I were enjoying a drink and watching the cooking shows on public TV and all of a sudden were startled by the loud MEOW - and WEEEOW of the cat. It had jumped up onto the kirchen counter and was slapping the crustacean with its paw.One of the rubber bands holding a claw secure came un-done and the lobster was fighting for its life.I was able to get the lobster into a pot of tepid water and did not realize that as the water heated up the lobster would try to escape. Back to the TV when all of a sudden the lobster kicked the cover off and onto the floor with a loud bang. The cat ran in the opposite direction and I spent the next ten minutes pressing the cover onto the pot with a hand towel until the lobster was no longer kicking.This short true story has a series of adventures with our cats over the years. Hope you enjoy!