Poor Dougy! Still locked out!
Then Marianne came through the door. Dougy let out a sad little “meow” when she leaned toward him, but was a big kitty boy and let her pet him.
Perhaps he’s adjusting. Earlier, when Marianne and I were talking and she was standing too close to Dougy’s ottoman (by his reckoning), he fiercely scratched the ottoman to let Marianne know, “It is MINE”
Gracious! How rude!