Dewey, our adopted kitty, is one of the smartest but dumbest cats I have ever had the privilege of loving. Opening closed doors is no obstacle for him, as long as the handle is lever style, he can open it by hanging onto it with his paws and then, leaning backwards, every so slightly, he pulls it open with the weight of his body.
However, what is so funny, is that if we forget to the lock the door, Dewey, having let all the OTHER animals out, won’t go more than a foot from the house, he is terrified! So although he is smart, he is no kitty Delta SEAL.
Dewey sleeps with the kids every night, alternating between beds, he loves to stay snugly and warm. In the morning, after numerous attempts to end your life by being under your feet as you walk down the stairs, he waits to be fed. This morning, I realized, no Dewey under my feet. Hmmm, I wonder, where is Dewey. I ask the kids, no one has seen him. We do a room to room search, no Dewey. I start to worry, could Dewey have somehow, ever so stealthily, snuck out when I let the dog back in last night?
