Wow! What a great time playing! I have a rattley ball, and it is just so much fun! I need to calm down a little now and try to work some things out.
I’ve been pretty busy studying things lately, so I really haven’t had time to put my thoughts onto this blog. I am very, very curious about doors. Doors are what let people into and out of rooms. Rooms are big empty spaces, surrounded by walls, where humans put tables and chairs and other things. Doorways are empty places in the walls so that people can go in and out of the rooms. Most doorways have doors that cover them so that, when they are closed, people cannot go in or out. So far, so good! I’ve had quite a bit of experience with doors, not all of it good. I think I mentioned the time when Mom and Dad went away all day, and I was shut in the closet. I always try to be sure that Mom sees me go into the closet now so that she will leave the door open a little for me, so I can get out when I am ready. She doesn’t understand why I love to go into the closet, but to me it is a dark and mysterious place, with lots of boxes and nice-smelling things.
There is also the door into the garage. It is different from the other doors. It is a little bit ugly and it makes a different sound when it shuts. It sounds heavy. It is always exciting to go into the garage to check out all the things that are kept in there. Mom and Dad used to keep the car in the garage, but the big door that slides up to the ceiling no longer works, so they can’t get the car in or out. That makes it much better for me, since the car is just a little bit scary. I don’t mind it at first when the door is closed after I go into the garage, but they always turn out the light, too, and then I get a little afraid and want to go back into the house. If Mom and Dad are watching TV, they sometimes don’t hear me calling them to come let me back into the house. Now I always try to let them know that I have gone out into the garage so they know where I am.
There are also the glass doors in the couch room that let me out onto the patio. They are like windows. I can see outside, but I can’t get there unless Mom or Dad slides open one of the glass doors and that thing they call a screen. There are more glass doors in the guest room, but they are almost never open. It’s funny to be looking out the guest room doors and see Mom or Miss Patchy in the living room, through those glass doors.
Here is what I don’t understand about doors. When I want to go into the bedroom or the guest room, maybe the bathroom, if the door is just open a little bit, I can lift up my front legs, push on the door, and it opens up and I go into the room. Sometimes, I find something interesting behind the door, and it closes a little bit, with not quite enough room for me to get out. So, I lift my front legs, push on the door, and instead of opening, it closes and latches so that I can’t get out. Why doesn’t pushing on the door work all the time? Both Mom and Miss Patchy tell me that I’m doing it wrong, that I can’t push the door open from the inside. But what else can I do? This will take a lot more study on my part. I can see that I have a lot to learn yet. Will I ever be as wise as Miss Patchy? She sleeps a lot and eats a lot, and I don’t think she can see really well anymore, but she is still smart and wise, but most of the time she won’t share that wisdom with me.
Windows still confuse me, too. I have been investigating and studying, but I’m still not sure I have all the answers. Sometimes, when Mom comes home, I will be in the eating room window and I see her on the walkway. She wiggles her fingers at me and puts her finger to my nose, but I can’t feel it or smell it. All I can do is see it. I already learned that a window cannot be used like a door. I tried, but I can’t get through it, even though I can see stuff on the other side. Sort of like the glass doors, I guess.
Well, there are some toys waiting for my attention. I wouldn’t want them to be lonely, so I must go play with them. I will continue to think about doors and windows, to see if I can figure them out.
Regards,
Mina
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