Here he is just out on the front bench, and then making an awkward transition back to the front porch where he decides that he desparately wants back inside. Silly boy, er mancat!
Am I being tailed by any chance?
It's a split decision. Do I go this way or that?
(Maybe if I speak to it nice, it will open.) "I adore you, door. You're my one and only!"
Gotta think a little harder. I hear sticking your tongue out helps your concentration.
Or staring hard off into the distance!
Time to regroup even though I'm all by myself.
I has to get up to scratch if I wanna get in!
Oops! My claws got stuck in the wedderstripping!
I guess I better just wait for my mama! Where are you mama???
So we leave our mancat, forlorn and out of luck. Not every story has a happy ending. And everyone, including mancats can't always have what they want -- at least not immediately!
Patience, my pet!