Ongoing Saga of the Door - Open or Closed

So last night I’m at my sentry post in the kitchen window, as usual, guarding my peeps from bad guys like squirrels or rabbits or moths when the peeps come upstairs to say goodnight. I got my usual g’night kiss and kuddle but I was on duty so couldn’t accompany them to the bedroom. However after the well recorded CATastrophe last night, I assumed they wouldn’t make the mistake of shutting me out again.

O HOW WRONG I WAS.

At 1:15 I went off duty and headed to the bedroom to see what was up in there. Bang, LITTERly I walked right into the closed door. Bang, I head butted it kinda hard again.

Now, tonight I know they’re awake in there and they are ignoring me. Sam the Dog is pacing around the room. I can hear his toenails clacking on the hardwood floor – Stoopid dog he doesn’t know how to sheath his toenails – and I hear the man peep say “Kee-riist is that cat trying to kill me banging on the door all night long."

Well since he asked…I responded, in my loudest voice, that from my perspective it seemed more like he was trying to kill me and I only banged on the door twice, thank you very much. This may however have sounded to the peep’s ears like “meow, mmmrrr, meow, meow mrmeow, meow” but I can’t help it if my peeps don’t speak Catlish.

Next thing I heard the lady peep saying, “okay Ed, I’ll let you in, but then you’ll be in all night.” The door opens, I go in and she shuts the door. NOT AT ALL WHAT I HAD IN MIND. I WANT THE DOOR LEFT OPEN, SO I CAN COME AND GO AS I PLEASE, WHEN I PLEASE, AS IS MY CAT-GIVEN RIGHT.

So of course is immediately starting screaming and scratching to go back out again. The lady peep groans, gets back up and opens the door again – all the while the man peep is making sounds and that word “kee-riist” comes up again.

I go out....
She closes the door....
I scratch to come in again...
She opens the door...
I go in....
She closes the door...
For a change I scratch the closet door....

She says, okay Ed, this is it. Decision Making Time. Are you in or out?
Well now I hafta go out because all this activity made me realize I need to hit the potty.
OUT, OUT, OUT – I cry.
The door opens and out I go.

*Peep Note Here*

Anyone who is reading this needs to know that we are not trying to torture Ed. We are trying to make sure that Sam the Dog stays in the bedroom. Otherwise his old failing bladder may cause him to need to go in the night. He never wakes us up when that happens. He simply trots downstairs and does his business on the basement floor. We don’t want this to happen. So the door must stay closed or Sam will have to start sleeping in his kennel. He’s old and doesn’t have too many joys left in his life. We want to keep him with us as long as possible.

But back to my story. After I do my business I want to go back into the bedroom and play. I scratch and cry. No response except some whispering that sounds like this. “Let him cry, he’ll stop eventually when he gets bored.” Well just for the record folks I didn’t get bored until 5:30 a.m. when the lady peep got up to go for her run.

So now I'm really tired and will have to nap all day.