This is how Alex lets me know he is ready to come in. Somehow, he knows this only works if I'm in the scrapbooking room. I guess he must look in first because any other time, if I'm upstairs or in a different room, he just sits at the backdoor meowing until I let him in. He just sits at this one window and claws on the screen until I acknowledge him. Keith thinks it's clever, but remembering the cats ripping up my grandparents' screen door when I was younger, I am not as impressed.
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