The cat is always on the wrong side of the door.
We used to have a cat who was appropriately named Grumbles. She went half insane whenever I was bringing groceries into the house and had to make several trips from car to kitchen. She would stand on her back toes at the screen door and watch me outside, coming up the steps. When I opened the door to go in, she ran outside to be with me. But now I was inside. So she yelled to get back in. When I opened the door to go back out to the car, she ran in. Seeing me outside again, she stood at the door and awaited my return.
This went on for however many trips it took me to get everything inside. Finally calmed down, she then confused herself trying to figure out which cardboard box to sit in first and meditate.
Some people are like this. They want to be with you but always somehow manage to put themselves on the wrong side of the door. (I don’t know what that means but I thought it sounded good.) They need to heed the wisdom of the old eastern Canadian saying, “Stay werr yer to, I’ll come to werr yer at.”
©2012 Jim Hagarty
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