The Genie blinks, looking taken aback.
"I was expecting you to ask for something a little more normal, like fame our success. If this is your question, however, then I must answer. Your cat is on the window sill."
You turn, and not three feet from your head, your cat sits licking its paw. Well that was dumb. And the Genie said, "Your wish is my command." Since when are wishes and questions the same things?
By Jeff
Dendrite