My cat George wanted to go out, so I opened the door a little bit. She (yes, George is a she) took one look outside, turned around and ran back into the house. I thought there was one of those big neighborhood cats out there, so I tried to slam the door. Except it wouldn't close. I tried to push it closed, but there was something blocking it. I looked down to see what part of the neighborhood cat was sticking in... a paw? A head? Hmm, nothing down there. So I opened the door a little further to have a look, and saw a briefcase. It was being held by my dad, who was trying to get in.
Sheesh, stupid cat, don't you recognize Dad?!