Like, 35ish years ago, we had a long wooden hallway leading to the front door, and if I stood in the door talking to someone, the cat would try to get out, and I would bowl him down the hallway.
So one time, I had done this a couple of times, but the conversation got engaging enough that I wasn’t paying attention, and I heard a meow. And I looked, and the cat was there, in the doorway, with a front paw raised. He made eye contact with me, then very carefully set the front paw down precisely outside the threshold, continuing to watch me.
