Helping moving

I helped a friend move today from one flat in Vienna to another. Three floors up and no elevator. Oh well, I needed my annual workout. The funny thing is, my friend’s girlfriend owns a cat which is able to open doors. And I don’t mean “open doors” like pushing it’s head through a gap, but “open doors” like pushing down the fucking door handle. Well, they had to lock the cat into the bathroom during the process of moving, and when it was safe for the cat to come out, I noticed that it liked stare downs. I’ve seen a lot of cats in my life, but I’ve never seen a cat which could do a stare down for such a long time. I still beat it though, it simply couldn’t stand my stylish stern stare (last three words added for stylistic purposes only).