Let me be upfront: none of my cats are exactly candidates for kitty mensa. Sweet and adorable, yes. Geniuses, no. It took them months to figure out that the cat flap onto the screened-in porch opened in both directions. But poor Agatha is probably the dumbest pet I’ve ever had, including the goldfish I had when I was five.
While “five second memory” is just a myth when it comes to goldfish (thanks, Mythbusters!), I’m not sure that’s the case with poor, sweet Agatha. We have a small bathroom at one end of the house, which Agatha is obsessed with. Or, rather, she’s obsessed with the door. Here is a typical day for her:
Cue frantic “help, help, help!” meows from behind the shut door.
The first time when I let her out, I thought she’d learn and not do it again. After a week of daily repetitions, I told myself that surely, surely she would eventually connect pushing on the door with it closing and locking herself in.
Eventually, I gave up and bought a door stop.