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Won-Ton Reflects

My best efforts fail

January 30th 2008 11:47 am
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Yesterday I tried for two and a half hours to get my mom to open the door to the garage. I used every trick I knew, I pulled out all the stops, and she would not give in.

Later on, when my dad came home, I tried my best on him, to no avail. So after waiting half the day to get to those bags of sand in the garage, I went wee in my litterbox. I had no choice, there was nowhere else to go. Even the praise and the treat my mom gave me didn't really make me feel better. I decided to go sulk for a while in my cat tree.

Later on in the evening I heard the magic sound -- the door to the garage opening with its unique squeak! Aha! I raced down the hall and through the living room toward the kitchen, only to crash nose-first into a door. What?? I had never seen a door into the kitchen before? Where did it come from? I sat there puzzling over this mysterious development for a few minutes, when I heard the door to the garage squeak once more. So I readied myself to hurtle through the doorway the microsecond it opened.

Footsteps approached on the other side, and the door slid back into the wall. Oho, it was a pocket door! No wonder I'd never seen it before, it hides inside the wall. Pretty sneaky if you ask me.

Anyway, I flew like a rocket past my mom through the kitchen, only to be confronted with another closed door. Access to garage denied! Damn these doors! If I only had human hands . . .

I was not a happy kitty all evening. Finally I had to go ookies in the box in the middle of the night. There's only so long a cat can hold it. My mom praised me and told me how good I was this morning, but I still want to go in the garage, with those nice big bags of sand. It's as close to the outdoors as I'm going to get. I'm unhappy that I can't go in there anymore. All my best efforts failed. I am not a happy cat.


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