Groovy really is going senile.
Remember a while back when I said that Groovy followed me into the bathroom, turned his back on me and meowed at the toilet paper dispenser?
Well, today, he went behind the door (it was cracked open about a foot) and scratched and meowed at the hinge side of the door.
Apparently there's a portal to Narnia there that I'm missing somehow.
I wiggled the door to show him, no, the way out is on the other side. He went out, came back in and continued to meow and scratch at the hinges.
I'm pretty sure he's having some feline dementia.