The only door he cannot open is the door that I have locked

[desperance]

Mac is quite wrenchingly cute, when he's trying to inveigle me into letting him out into the yard.

He sits by the back door and stares up at it. And stares at me, and at it: he is a great believer in the Power of Positive Thinking.

When that avails him nothing, he adds voice.

"Come on, Chaz, you can do this. We did this before, remember? You open the door, and we go out. C'mon, lad, it's really not that hard. I do understand, you're slow, you have trouble dealing with these difficult concepts, but look, I'll help. I'll do the going-out bit. All you need to do is open the door..."

He really does try very hard, poor lamb. And yet? The door remains closed, despite all his faith and works together.

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Yeah. We've about a hundred metres before the cat can hit high traffic, and he's mostly too lazy (and too scared of the other cats around) to get that far.

Flat cats = :(