Oh, gracious -- that reminds me so much of a game we played with our RB cat Murphy, which we called "Cat Arm". (Yes, I know that cats don't have arms -- but you get it.)
Either Murph or one of us would hide behind an open door, and my husband or I would lightly rub our fingers along the door frame right by the hinges. Suddenly, we'd be attacked by... CAT ARM. Murph would leap up and stick an entire front leg through the little opening between the door and the hinges -- and, God love him, he would do it again and again. That sweet little guy LOVED to play, and had many favorite games (including the sofa-back version of "Pop Goes the Head") that would keep him (and us) going for a long time!
I can't imagine a more wonderful guy than our Murphy, and am grateful we had him for 19 years!







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