By Jim Hagarty
2015
How did it come to this? My role in life now has been reduced to Doorman to the Cats. Hours are brutal. Pay minimal. But the rewards … Oh ya, there are no rewards! I just let Mario into the kitchen from the garage. For his fourth time today and it isn’t even 10:30 a.m. And his brother Luigi, hearing the door close, realized he needed to go outside. He will scratch to be let back in in two minutes and 45 seconds. (He scratched while I was writing this. At more like two minutes 10 seconds.) Cat door, some of you will suggest. An option except for our fear that cat door will become skunk, raccoon and opossum door. No sweat, you say. There are doors now that are wired in a way that you put an electronic collar on the cat and only he can open that door. Some scientists who could have been looking for a cure for cancer were busy dreaming up this instead. During breaks from my doorman duties, I keep occupied providing a lap for my dog to stretch out on. It’s a living.
