I got carried away with my newfound privacy in the form of a doorknob to my Enchanted Aerie that not only stays closed, but locks. I'm sure you can figure out where I'm going with this.
The reason I was so overjoyed was because I was able to lock Bulimic Cat out. So she wouldn't wake me up during the night with her wretched retching.
I've taken to closing the door behind me so she won't hide under my bed. She's crafty that way. So this afternoon, I bounded up the stairs to the EA, and lo and behold, the door was locked. Dammit. And guess who was INSIDE my beloved enclave. That's right. I think she locked the door. She showed me.
So, I did what any rational person would do. I googled "how to pick a lock." I swear, it involved not one, but two paperclips, wire plyers, twists, turns, bends and flicks of the wrist. I gave it a half-hearted try. Several times. In between, I looked for a crowbar. Maybe it's good I couldn't find it.
Then somehow, I had a revelation. The credit card. No thanks to Google or YouTube. I remembered seeing a 20 year old Speigel credit card in the junk drawer in the kitchen. I never threw it away because I thought I should cancel it in case it hurt my almost perfect credit rating. Never got around to it. Thank god. It's flimsy. Perfect. I slid it in between the door and the jamb. And it clicked open. Abra Cadabra. I rushed in and the frantic cat rushed out. My EA has never felt sweeter. And I'm so grateful that I can close the door (I'll refrain from locking it) and hear it click. And know that all the cat-head-butting in the world won't open it.
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