I go into the kitchen. My mistress is sitting on the water barrel directly in front of the kitchen window.
"Miaow. Let me in!"
"You know you can't contort yourself to get in through this window."
Slave goes through to the utility room and opens the back door.
"Mistress! Mistress!"
Thirty seconds later she saunters along.
"OK. The door's open. In you come."
Mistress sits there staring at me. Jumps up on to the rickety garden table adjacent to the (open) door and in front on my study window. Sits there looking at the window.
Slave loses it.
"No I will not fucking walk round to my study and stretch across my desk and open the fucking window to let you in when there is a fucking open door three feet to the right."
And breathe.