Someone left Queenie’s door open and she got out into the hall and…started slamming her body into her door to get back in. I’ve never seen someone so violently want to go back into their room, but that’s Queenie. The issue presented itself when I realized it was only me and Queenie in that small, small hallway. For three weeks I had honed my cat scratch dodging skills, formed, somewhat, telepathic connections with most cats, and had my dignity shattered by Queenie. Thus, I knew what I had to do. I opened her door and she scrambled in. Now, I believe that stepping in the vicinity of a screaming cat is brave enough, but I also turned my back and opened the door. At this point forward, I fear nothing