George Patterson wrote:
Roger wrote:

If he want's out he'll stand on
his hind feet and try to open the door, but can't mange to turn the
knob.


I had a big black tom many years ago who could turn the knob. He never
figured out how to pull a door open that way, but he could push one open
after the latch went. He topped out at 17.5 pounds and none of it was fat.

George Patterson
If a tank is out of ammunition, what you have is a sixty ton portable
radio.
I had a GREAT cat when I was in college. My apartment mate kept
accusing me of eating her baloney, which wasn't exactly my favorite
food. We couldn't figure it out, until one day when she caught Tyler in
the act. He would hook his claw in the rubber seal of the door and pull
it open. Then, he would ever so carefully flip the top open just enough
to slip a paw in and hook ONE slice of baloney with his claw. He would
close the door and no one was the wiser. She said if she hadn't seen it
with her own two eyes she would never have believed it.

Margy