Last week we ran out of raw food and had to resort to kibble for lunch. Griz looked in the bowl, looked at us, stared back at the bowl. I went inside to finish cleaning up, heard banging-its Griz at the door carrying the full food bowl. He sets it down and then just stares at me like-" Ummmm you messed up my order lady. Send this back to the kitchen, k?"
Today he wanted in the den, which is blocked by a baby gate since all of Munchkin's toys are there and he thinks they are awesome to chew on (she does not agree). Its one of those pass-through baby gates that has an inner door you open by stepping on a paddle that unlocks it. I heard banging, turned around and he was jumping on the paddle with his front feet, the way a fox catches a mouse, trying to unlock the door so he could come in.
He's already figured out latch-style door handles. No one can take a pee in private. Thank goodness he doesn't have thumbs or he'd figure out the locks and round-handles and goodness knows how we'd keep him in the house.