Shadow the Cat: I can’t get into the closet.
Me: I know.
How do you know?
Cuz I fixed it so you can’t get into the closet anymore.
What?! WHY?! What did I eevr do to you?
You got into the closet and climbed my suit to get up on the shelf.
One time!
Then you pulled a bunch of my clothes down while, again, climbing up to the shelf.
I never!
Plus there’s the boom-boom-boom when I’m trying to sleep and you’re pulling the sliding doors apart.
What?!
And the meow-meow-meow when you can’t get back out on your own.
I’ll figure it out someday!
So, yes – the closet doors are now rigged so you can’t get in.
Fascist.
Grandma’s closet isn’t rigged.
I’m on it!
(Happy Birthday Mom!)
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I think I’ve had that same conversation with our cat, multiple times. He didn’t want any other closet, only mine would do. Right now he’s trying to convince me to feed him again even though he let the dog eat the last bit I gave him.
Shadow the Cat was ejected from my bedroom just last night for trying to get into the closet. Life/art sigh.
🙂
~P
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