Yeah, that was me running down the hall like my ass was on fire this morning. And yeah, that was me hollering my freaking head off. And sure, I threw all my body weight against the bedroom door to get it open.
It was not my fault the Woman was still asleep. I felt the need to run down the hall while shouting. And the door was mostly closed, so I needed to thunk against it with full force to pop it open. What's the problem?
Oh, and no matter what the Woman said in her blog yesterday, I wasn't stuck on top of the bathroom door. I was balancing there. Is there something wrong with a kitty blancing on top of the bathroom door?
I think she was just jealous, because she'd never fit up there.