Jade is my Bengal cat. You can’t pick her up as she freaks out. You can only pet her when she has settled down for the night. She’ll bare her neck and let you stroke her, but only if she has found a place to sleep. If you see her in the morning, she’ll talk to you and respond to every word. She’ll rub around everything, but won’t come to you unless it’s on her terms. We didn’t want her going into the kitchen, as she steals food. She can open the fridge.
She can open the living room door easily. The door has a key, so we locked it at night. It’s one of those doors that if you lock it with the key, you can’t take the key out. We woke up in the morning and found the door open.
There was arguments about why I didn’t lock the key at night. That’s when we saw her jump up at the door. In one action, she turned the handle and the key in seconds. One paw on the handle and one the key. It’s a spilt second action. She must have been jumping at the door all night and learned the manoeuvre.
It blows my mind. She does it every time with perfect accuracy. Bengals are something else. She’s like a human trapped in a cat’s body.