Pam always tried to explain it to him. It was almost every day, at this point. As Jorts pushed the closed door to the Food Place with his head, he could feel Jean whining on the other side. Jean want out. Open door, Jean! He looked up, focusing all his ginger gentleness. Open door, Pam!
"Silly boy," said Pam, opening the door. Jean brushed past him, giving him a lick as she went -- she could smell the Dorito powder from the trash can. "Now, see, I'm going to leave the door ajar. Try pulling it with your paw, not pushing with your head!"
She had done this a million times before, but for the first time, the sight of Pam's painted pink claws against the doorframe made something fall into place. He reached forwards experimentally, pushing a paw through the gap. The door widened.
Oh, thought Jorts. It all finally make sense. NOT always push. Push when going to Food Place mean door close.
"See, Jorts?" Pam said, baring her teeth widely. "I knew you were a smart cat after all. Now, do it again! Practice makes perfect!" She reached for him, pulling him back, away from the food.
She closed the door again, until the gap was tiny. Then she prodded him towards the door again.
Mrph. Maybe not. Jorts plopped his butt down onto the floor and very ineffectively licked his paw. Then he got up and deliberately pushed the closet door closed with his head. Oops. Time for a nap on his favorite boot tray. He could steal a snack from the trash later. Pam not my manager.
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"Silly boy," said Pam, opening the door. Jean brushed past him, giving him a lick as she went -- she could smell the Dorito powder from the trash can. "Now, see, I'm going to leave the door ajar. Try pulling it with your paw, not pushing with your head!"
She had done this a million times before, but for the first time, the sight of Pam's painted pink claws against the doorframe made something fall into place. He reached forwards experimentally, pushing a paw through the gap. The door widened.
Oh, thought Jorts. It all finally make sense. NOT always push. Push when going to Food Place mean door close.
"See, Jorts?" Pam said, baring her teeth widely. "I knew you were a smart cat after all. Now, do it again! Practice makes perfect!" She reached for him, pulling him back, away from the food.
She closed the door again, until the gap was tiny. Then she prodded him towards the door again.
Mrph. Maybe not. Jorts plopped his butt down onto the floor and very ineffectively licked his paw. Then he got up and deliberately pushed the closet door closed with his head. Oops. Time for a nap on his favorite boot tray. He could steal a snack from the trash later. Pam not my manager.