Another cat Betty and I run into occasionally lies in one specific spot in a parking lot—a spot from which it will not move. Only its demented cat brain knows why it lies motionless on cracked and oil-stained asphalt in the blazing sun.The first time we spotted this cat, we thought it was dead, and Betty was eager for a whiff of decaying flesh. One day, as an experiment, Betty decided to bark at this cat. Nothing, no reaction whatsoever. The only explanation is that the cat is one stoner cat.