Through the flap

I fill my frill to capacity with the posh nosh, licking the bowl clean as it travels across the kitchen floor, scraping along the tiled floor before finally coming to rest butted up against the fridge. After a few laps of water I move away from the dining table into the hallway and give myself a quick wash and brush up. I need to look my best before venturing outside.

I move to the door and peer through the clear perspex flap - that pesky young upstart Jazzer better not be waiting outside for me. I nudge the door with my nose and push my front paws through the flap. I am concerned that the door seems to be inexplicably shrinking each time I use it, it used to be be much bigger when the Chief Minion first installed it. My shoulders are out and I drag the rest of my body through the narrow opening - my sides constricting as I force my rotund torso through the tunnel. Finally I'm out, the door closes softly on my lingering tail and I give it a flourish to set it free. I glance around quickly to make sure that my undignified exit hasn't been observed.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of orange, I turn and see a skinny, boney body sloping towards me. It's that little runt Jazzer...