The back door has a dead bolt lock. When we put the key in, we say, "One, two, three, Thor" and there he is. It's actually how we locate him when he's found a new hiding spot. Now he has learned how to pop open the back door if it isn't locked.
Today, he worked a plastic bowl out of a plastic bag and carried it around the living room a la Snoopy and his food bowl. Of course, the moment I got the camera, he dropped it and walked away.
And let's not forget his shoe fetish.
Thor sez: You'd like to prove that, wouldn't you? Get your name in Cat Fancy Magazine?
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