Jack stays out. Boulette, on the other hand, seems to think I deal cat crack in there and pulls the door with his paws, meowing, eyes wide open and pupils dilated.
Then, realizing I'm not selling pounce treats by the gram, he just tries to rub against my legs for vengeance (and therefore rubbing his tail on my underwear that's on my legs, too). Gotta love having an old senile cat in the house. Needless to say most of the time I just hold the doorknob with my hand.
“Your birth is a mistake you'll spend your whole life trying to correct.” Chuck Palahniuk
I love pus but I hate people.
I can say words like undifferentiated gonads now!