i’m a bad cat owner

As I was making myself a sandwich just now, my cat Minnie comes up to me and starts squeaking and looking at the back door. Being a frail and stupid male human, I took this to mean “let me out please”. Oh how wrong I was.

I scooped her up, unlocked the door, put her down and nearly got knocked down by the cat going about 90 miles an hour to get back inside. She ran to my bed and glared at me in the way cats do (as in “I’d kill you right now, but it’s too much effort, please come back later”).

I bribed her with a little piece of cheese.

She loves me again now.