Cracked

There is a crack in the linoleum on my kitchen floor. Today my little "Yellow School Bus" kitty wobbled over to the crack and stopped. She stared at it so long I finally got out of my chair, walked over to the crack, bent down and examined it, too. It was a crack in the linoleum, no more, no less. Okay, I already knew she's not the smartest kitten in the house (kind of sad since she's the only kitten), but an instant after I joined her in staring at the floor, I had to wonder if perhaps she wasn't smarter than I. After all, she made me look.