And here I was thinking it was us who had Tom under control. I realised today as I trudged out the front to pick him and bring him in that the smart feline has it all figured out. Why bother wasting vital napping energy by walking to the back door and coming when you can train dad to come out, pick you up and take you inside?
That’s one smart cat and one not so smart owner.
Owner???
Don’t you mean slave!