Oh and there's a slider out to the terrace but it has a cat door.
Biggie is not used to and is not happy about being confined. In the winter, when I shower, I turn on the overhead heat lamp and close the door so it will be nice and toasty when I get out. Biggie cannot handle this. He's desperate to be in there to make sure he doesn't miss anything but he cannot stand to be confined. It makes his little kitty brain explode.
This morning, he opted out. When I got out of the shower, I heard his collar bells on the other side of the door and then I saw it. One paw under the door, stretched as far as he could reach, madly feeling around for something he could use to open that damn door.
My cat makes me LOL.