My cat is Stanley Steinway II. He’s a beautiful, fluffy, adopted tiger-mix cat. He is amazingly uncoordinated for a cat, falling off tables, chairs, running into walls, doors, etc. I thought he might have a mental or physical imbalance, but alas this is his natural state. At first I thought his only exceptional trait was how handsome he was, but I was wrong. Stanley can open most doors. His skill and concentration can only be thwarted by a latch or lock, even then he won’t give up.
As I’ve been slaving over data entries for my new website, I’ve had to lock the office door. My concentration rattled by Stanley’s relentless attempts (many I might add). If Stanley could wish for anything for Christmas, he would ask for opposable thumbs. I pray that will never happen.
