I'm not laughing *with* him, I'm laughing *at* him.

So. My sister took her dog out for a walk a little while ago. Nothing untoward happened; they left and came back as normal.

A couple minutes later, we hear scratching at the door, and somebody jiggling the doorknob. And the doorbell rings.

I open the door, thinking it's a political canvasser who doesn't know what time it is. The boycat runs in, an "ohshitohshitohshit" expression on his face.

The little bastard had snuck out, but was thankfully too chicken to go far in the Big Bad Outside. And he was tall enough to ding the doorbell when he was doing his little trick with the doorknobs.

He's absolutely fine now. But he deserves ALL THE LAUGHS IN THE WORLD.

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