My mom had a cat, Murhpy, that had a job. He was the garbage man for the neighborhood. He roamed the block at night, picking up all the trash in the street. McDonald's cups, empty cigarette packs, sheets of newspaper, all of it ended up strewn all over the driveway, the patio, or even inside the cat door. Sometimes, after a rain, he brought home fast food cups still full of rainwater. If a kid dropped his homework on the way home, Murphy would find it that night and bring it home. One day he was really proud of himself when he found a windshield wiper! But he kept banging into the door - being only a cat, he didn't figure out that he would have to turn it longwise to get it through the cat door!