Bailey hates when we leave the apartment. She'll usually try to guilt-trip us into staying home.
If I'm heading out to go somewhere boring, like the grocery store, or the gym, this usually works.
Since we do have to leave to go to work, we try and make her feel better by playing the Door Game. It involves sticking one or two of our fingers through the door gap and letting Bailey think it's a toy. This makes her look both pathetically desperate and crazy (and surprisingly but fortunately, she does not actually think our fingers are toys when they're not sticking out from the door).
As soon as she hears the door being unlocked, she runs and sits right by the door. Looking sad.
This is when we start playing the Door Game, in effort to try and make her feel better. It temporarily makes her forget that we're leaving, because she's focused on destroying the thing sticking through the door gap. Which is, most of the time, my finger. This is when she looks crazy.
Just when we think she's forgotten the real reason we're playing this game, she realizes what's going. This is when she just looks pathetically cute and needy.
And finally, when she realizes that nothing is going to change the fact that we're leaving, she kind of gets a little depressed.
You tell me you wouldn't skip out on a trip to the gym when you've got a kitten staring out the door like that at you.
Or a trip to the grocery store. Just be hungry. At least the kitten stays happy.