Then There’s the Cat
I am a curious cat, and I need to I know things. My nose is acute and accurate, sometimes too accurate.
Every night I get to go into my room and have my food. The door slides closed and I am safe. In the morning, if someone doesn’t open it, I am forced to scratch and meow for release. If it isn’t all the way shut, I can squeeze my paw around the edge of the door and lever it open a bit, then insert my head sideways to pull on it with my chin. I’ll get the opening just wide enough to push on through. If She is watching, there’s laughter.
Once I am out of the night room, I head out to sniff out...
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