Cat Law

My cat is really, really dopey. My mum has declared her to have special needs.
Today, whilst cleaning the floors at my mum's, the cat somehow managed to squeeze her arms underneath the living room door. Fuck knows why she thought that would be a good idea. When I went into the room to see what she wanted, she just looked at me, as if to say, "mreh". So I took her outside for a run around, but all she did was sit in a bush. So then I took her back inside and she attacked my legs.
The next time I entered the kitchen, she was sprawled underneath the step into the kitchen. I looked at her as if to say, "WTF" and she looked at me as if to say, "alright".
Then on my way back to my flat I came across two ginger cats having a turf fight. I think the fat one won.