Always on the Wrong Side of the Door

I am sure that I could write this post as a deep, meaningful metaphor for life, but why be so serious? Instead, I am going to tell you about my cat, Zoey.

Zoey is a sweet little girl, but she has one big problem. She is always on the wrong side of the door, and this particularly seems to happen when I am trying to go to sleep.

Every night, when I go to bed, Zoey and Monty curl up around me so tight that I can't move. (No wonder I have neck and back pain. :0) Everything is great (and I am nice and toasty) fine until Zoey hears a noise, or she wakes from a dream or who knows what.

Then she decides that she is on the wrong side of the bedroom door. She jumps off the bed and starts meowing at the door ,so Brian will open it and let her. And let me tell you she has the most piercing, demanding meow.

Now, I can understand that she can't open the door, so she has to get Brian's attention somewhere. What frustrates me is when she meows and the door is open! Knowing her behavior, Brian will leave the door open a crack (big enough for Monty to get through, so obviously Zoey should have no problem going through it). Yet, it's like she doesn't see it. She sits behind the door and yells until Brian comes and escorts her out.

Then she will repeat the behavior to get back in the bedroom. Ugh!

She's a sweet girl, but I think she's had a little too much catnip.