Why are cats?

We have a little mudroom/storage shed on the back of our house that I use (among other things) to store bird seed. Our downstairs guest bedroom (currently also our pandemic hoarding overflow storage, since guests have been thin on the ground) that opens onto it via a usual solid door/screen door arrangement. Then there’s another solid door to get to the outside, near the bird feeder.

Anyway, this morning I went out to put some slightly overripe fruit out for the birds, and made sure that I closed and latched the screen door to keep the cats from coming into the mudroom. But I did not close that solid interior door, because I was coming right back inside and I was lazy.

Reader, when I cam back in, what I found was Master Fafhrd trapped between the two doors, his wee worried face pressed up against the screen. I guess he had been looking out into the mudroom and the interior door must have drifted shut behind him. The perfect Fafhrd trap.

I released him, and fed everybody, and went to sit down and get some work done. A while later, I noticed that while Fafhrd and Duncan were strewn about in the throes of their post-lunch naps, Gurney was nowhere in evidence.