I'm feeling far too raw to talk about the events of the last nine or so days (even the good parts), so I shan't - for now, at least (sorry, Best Friend 0.5(1); I know you were looking forward to the second rendition of your Alternate History Lesson) - and will instead focus on something else, which in this instance, is the cat.
Suzie wanted to go into the kitchen. The door leading to it, however, was shut to and wedged against the skirting board (technically open, but with too narrow a gap for her to fit through).
So! The following occurred...
At first, she tried to simply walk through into the kitchen anyway (as you would) but found - amazingly - that the door didn't yield to her will, opting instead to remain solid and un-go-through-able.
...Then she tried glaring at the door, but - more amazingly still - that didn't work either.
...Then she upped the ante and hissed at it, only to find that the door, which had already proven itself to be a bad sport, still refused to co-operate, which of course was so amazing as to beggar belief.
...Then, the piece de resistance: she bit it.
Now, that, she was obviously thinking, that would surely teach that idiotic wooden affront masquarading as a door precisely who was boss...?
But no! To her intense shock and disbelief, it didn't!
...Then, at last, realizing that all efforts had failed - and that to save what remained of her dignity, any effort to ask for help from the human in the room was obviously out of the question - she did what any self respecting female would do and turned her nose up at the whole thing before stalking away, presumably so as to ruminate on the appropriate method of revenge to deploy later in private, flicking the door dismissively with her tail as she did so.
...And now. five minutes later, having turned her back on the world, she is fast asleep, exhausted into dreamland by the ordeal of coming up against an object too stupid to listen to either reason or threat.
=smiles to self=
...Well.
That was fun.
B.C.B.F.L.B x
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