Clawdia knows how to be insistent without saying a word. When I got back from Christmas Eve dinner, Clawdia ran out into the
hall to let me know it was her turn to go out. We usually walk to the
elevators so she can look around after others in our "senior living" facility are no longer apt
to be coming and going, so I told her, "Wait until I put this stuff
down." She waited. After I closed our door — the one on the right,
beside the exit to the stairs — we walked all of maybe ten or twelve feet before
she sat down at our neighbor's door, wanting to visit. She knows she's
always offered kitty treats when we visit there, so Clawdia refused to
continue our stroll down the hall. Can you "hear" her attitude telling me to knock on the door? Finally, I shooed her back home and into our own apartment. My gregarious fur buddy was not amused.
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