the problem with kitty soccer

[chefxh]

Milton loves to play solo football with the little jingly plastic ball I gave him, especially now that the apartment is largely emptied. The problem is that he knocks it under the hallway closet door (which I guess is the goal) within three minutes, no matter where he starts the game. Then he realizes that he still hasn't figured out how to open the door, and meows piteously.

(The joke's on him; the crappy plywood door is barely held shut by a magnetic latch. He could pull it open.)