“He wants stretching,” Daddy told me. He’d trained the cat to get stretched before coming in or out. This involved holding the cat’s hands and feet, pulling gently while he arched his whole length. All this time, you had to say (I shit you not, the cat would only come in or out once these words were spoken), “Gosh, what a long cat.” Afterwards, Bumper body-blocked the glass door and trotted out.
