Once a week I go through a door in my apartment to the laundry facilities.
I've come to call this door "the magic portal," because to Dibbs, it holds no less power than this. And I won't let him go through it with me, to "the other side." Hence the sad, "I'm mad at you" eyes.
There are cats on the other side of the door, but I'm not sure if it is their scent that draws him, or just the fact that there is more space to explore. Or, probably, just the fact that it's off limits is what makes him so mischievous around the portal. He is past my ankles before I can look down, so I've come to be quite careful on laundry day.
And he's punishing me for it.
With the eyes. The magic eyes.
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