We had cats when I was a kid. I liked them. I liked to watch them hunt. One of them was really smart. I taught him how to fetch.
He could open the fridge and get his can of food out. He'd bat it over to his bowl, dig some food out, return the can to the fridge and then push the door shut.
He could use the toilet and flush it too.
He got along with our dog great. They'd rassle around and play. Sometimes he would get up on the dog's back and ride him for a bit. The dog didn't seem to mind. When we got ostriches he learned to ride them quite well. I got him a little cowboy hat that he liked alot. Sometimes I would let the gate open and he would ride off into the range on Opie the ostriches' back. Sometimes they'd be gone for days. More than a few times they'd return home with free range ostriches they had rounded up for us. A couple of times they were gone for weeks. When he came back, we'ed all sit around the campfire while he told us tales of Cantinas in old Mexico.
I know not all cats are smart but he was one sharp bronco-ostrich bustin' little dude.