I’ve long wondered how August could climb to the top of the boys’ bunk beds clawless, yet fail repeatedly to figure out the cat door to the family room basement. Yesterday at dinner the three of us heard a soft “knock” from the stairs-side of the cat door. We froze. We listened.
Another soft knock.
Then… POP – out jumped August! The boys leapt from their chairs and cheered her as if she had won the World Cup! Nonplused, she strolled to her food bowl for a nibble and a sip.
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