Now where is she?

Apparently, I’m a well trained cat owner. I do everything that she tells me to. I open doors on command. I feed her as she wishes. And I will stop whatever I’m doing to play with her…whenever she so desires. And now that winter is losing its grip on the temperature, she is far more interested in what’s outside than in. The woodstove is cold now and is no longer the lure to keep her in. She craves the fresh air and so we spend a lot of time opening doors for her. She wants in. She wants out. This door. That door. And she knows how to get our attention. She may be in the garage and wanting in, but since we don’t always hear her, she will go all the way around the house, climb the fence and then jump up on the window screen at our study window. She knows we’ll be there and so she hangs there by her claws, meowing until we get up and leave the room. She then drops to the ground and reverses her course so that she can meet us at the kitchen door. Ten minutes later, she wants out! And so it goes…