My Dear Harry,
Do you see the closed door? That is a sign that kitties are not welcome behind the door. There are many good reasons for this.
1) No matter what your mama told you, you are NOT wise in the ways of cars. And you will get squished. And we will buy our friendly neighborhood vet a boat before you get well.
2) The yard isn't safe either. The squirrels don't respect you, the birds don't fear you, and the neighbor dogs laugh at you behind your back. Again, getting out will lead to a new boat for the kind vet who lets you eat his dog treats even though "Cats don't like those treats."
3) There is a person behind the door going potty. While I realize you don't understand the human need for privacy from time to time, it is something you need to accept.
4) And, as of this morning I really must reiterate this one, there are dangerous objects behind the door. Case in point-my glassroom. I did not enjoy spending 15 minutes digging you out from under my workbench this morning after you snaked your way past me this morning. I really did not enjoy the part where, in dragging you out, I managed to gash both my knee AND my foot (I stepped out of the shoes I always wear in there) and started bleeding. And no, the dance I did in trying to get the shoe back on, get you out the door, and grab a bandaid so I didn't bleed all over the place wasn't funny.
Please-stop with the doors. We do not hide the gardens of earthly delights behind them.
Your kind of annoyed mom
Quit enabling Harry by opening the doors, please. I know he knows how to do it, but you usually do it for him and then just watch him do whatever his little pea-brain has come up with. So you are not in my good books either.
The same annoyed mom
PS-Yes-I am glaring at both of you now. And my knee still hurts. Grumble.