I’ve mentioned before that Tom likes to play a game with me during lunch. There’s two parts to this game. Part one is to see what brand new, never heard before obscene, shrieking, loud, deafening noise an eleven year old cat can make while standing in front of the door. This is a subtle request for immediate egress, and if not answered promptly is accompanied by claws on the door casing.
Part two is to do exactly two 360 degree rotations just outside the door, sniff the air a couple of times and then stand in front of the door waiting to be let back in. He will not start part two until the door has been closed and I have been seated back at the kitchen table. Then it’s show time.
So here’s a picture I took as part two comes to an end. He’s waiting for a bite or two of kibble (I usually wish him a ‘bon appetit mon chat’ as he walks over to the bowl), then he’ll race around the house like his tail is on fire and then park in front of the door again to make another heinous noise.
I sometimes wonder who has the more rigid schedule.