I've mentioned that Dulce Mae has figured out how to open doors by
pulling on the knobs.

The coffee table in the living room has a couple of doors on the side
like this. These doors also have latches inside (not just magnets), so
that gentle pressure is required to open the doors.

I'm watching Dulce Mae, as she realizes there are *knobs* on the
doors. The gears turn, and she sits up on her hind legs, so she can
pull on the knobs. Closed door bother Dulce Mae.

The doors don't open.

She stares, then goes at it again, her shoulder muscles obviously
working a little harder.

Still the doors don't open.

One more time, and she appears to be straining, irritated at doors
that don't respond to her superior feline wiles.

Again, the doors don't open.

Dulce Mae rears back, slaps the doors with one paw, then stalks off
cussing. Little Feet and Buster both walked directly away from Dulce
Mae...

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark