My youngest boy has gotten taller than I realized. A few weeks ago when I was doing laundry, I came out of the laundry room to find several of the cats roaming around the hall. Since my roommate was home, I thought she must have let them out, because I was sure I had pulled the door closed behind me. She heard me chasing them in and came to see what was going on. She hadn't even realized they were out! When I went back to the laundry room, I came back just in time to see Wabble coming out. Di swore he had opened the door himself. A couple of days later, I saw it with my own eyes. I had forgotten to lock the door when I came in from work, and Wabble went to the door and meowed. I looked to see what was going on in time to see him sit up, brace one paw against the door frame, and pull down on the door handle (we have ADA levers on the doors in our apartment). The door popped open enough that he could drop down and get a paw in there to pull the door open enough to get out. Now we have to lock the door even if we're just going to the laundry room, mail box, or dumpster.
Once again, my cats have proven that they are smarter than I am. It also means that we have to be home when Maintenance comes by because we can't lock them in the bedroom any more.
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