Ray has a very low tolerance for temperature fluctuations. Ten degrees either way of 70 is his maximum and minimum comfort zone. So, even though we had some ceiling fans installed on the front porch during our 'large undisclosed amount of money dog door project,' they don't do much to dispel the intense heat and humidity of Washington, DC-area summers. Although Gregg and I are comfortable enough sitting on the front porch enjoying a cocktail in the evening, Ray has other ideas of what is comfortable.
I only bring this up because lately I've realized how cat-like Ray is when he wants something. Hugo (and pretty much every other cat I've ever had) is notorious for sitting at the front door looking in, and when I go to open the door to let him in, he walks away. It's just his way of telling me that he wants me to come out and enjoy the fresh air.
Ray, on the other hand, stands just inside the door, head down, nose pressed against the glass like so...
Every so often, he will hit the glass door with his paw, like he wants to come out and join us. When I get up to open the door and let him out onto the porch, he does this....
He grabs a rawhide bone and tries to lure me into the house with a game of keepaway. When that doesn't work, he does this....
He tries to convince me that I can have first dibs on the bone (notice the tail wagging madly).
If that doesn't work, he tries to look cuter...
And if that doesn't work, he just looks disappointed.
It's not that Ray really wants to play keepaway, he just wants me to come into the house where it's nice and cool and air conditioned so that he has someone to curl up next to on the couch while he sleeps.
Nine times out of ten, it works.
oh Ray, you need an Eddie to live with and play with you !
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