I'm awakened in the middle of the night by my trash talking cat. If you have one, you already know. "Why if this door wasn't closed, I'd rip you limb from limb; go on you big chicken, open the door and you'll see" . . . and on and on for hours.
Cat paces, growls, hisses, spits. Flip -- the lights illuminate a couple of possums minding their own business. Cat postures.
Cool. I open the door to get a better look at my nocturnal visitors.
Cat again -- this time across the room. "Hey, what the hell! Have you lost your mind? Close the door before those things come in here. . . ummm meow."
Door closed. Cat. "Yeah, I thought so. Good thing that door closed before I could get out! Hey, get back here. Yeah, that's what I thought. . ."
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