I hold the crate door open for Fleegle.
He stands his ground and stares at me. “No. I’m not going in my crate.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“How come it’s my crate? Why isn’t it yours?”
I look at the crate, which is small for me, then back at him. “Well, have you ever seen me get in it?”
“If you get in I’ll get in.”
“I’m sure you would. That would be very cozy.”
“I like cozy.”
“I know you do,” I say and toss a dog cookie in the back of the crate.
“Oh boy, a cookie,” he says as he runs in after it. His tail thumps against the inside of the crate as the cookie crunches inside his mouth.
I put a Kong stuffed with frozen peanut butter in behind him and close the door. He hears the latch close and turns around to face the door.
“Cat butt! I fell for it again, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did.”