Originally published at: Watch: Incredibly clever cat opens a sliding glass door | Boing Boing
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A friend of mine back in the day had a cat (named…? Oscar maybe?) who could open their front door…
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We used to have a void that figured out how to open doors with round doorknobs. We waited until she died to install paddle style doorknobs.
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My pup drinks whiskey, don’t leave your drink unattended, it will fall under her purview and she’ll eat the ice too.
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What if it’s unattended…but behind a closed door?
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And, in true form, after the door is open, going outside is not really that interesting.
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I frankly wouldn’t tempt fait, so far she’s opened a refrigerator, a locked gate, and I think she’s running a multinational corp. out of her kennel.
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A pet Void? I hope that you didn’t stare in to it? They hate that.
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It’s the internet’s nickname for black kittehs! Ours definitely talked too much to be a true void, she was as loud as the stereotypical Siamese. We got an imperfect standard Siamese kitten from the pound shortly before she left us. We figured we’d miss all the meowing, but of course we ended up with The World’s Quietest Siamese Cat instead. Seriously, the derpasaurus even purrs quietly. 
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I did it! Freedom is mine!!
Nah, I’ll lick myself.
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Right?
All that work, then the cat decides it doesn’t even want to go outside.
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That cat just wants to make it easy for the mice to come inside.
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To be fair, they do the same thing when a human opens the door for them… fickle little creatures…
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I’m knowing;
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We used to have a dog that, when boarding, let himself out of his enclosure
and then went to let the other dog out too.
That was a party.
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There’s a video that just screams for accompaniment with the Mission Impossible Theme. 
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Any fingerprints?
No Sergeant, all we found were some paw prints and a fur ball.
Aha ! It’s that Cat Burglar again.
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Macavity the Mystery Cat
T.S. Eliot
Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime— Macavity’s not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime— Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air—
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!
Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square—
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!
He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s.
And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair—
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!
And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty’s gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair—
But it’s useless to investigate— Macavity’s not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
‘It must have been Macavity!’—but he’s a mile away.
You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs;
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:
At whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!
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