I was standing by the fridge, door open, gazing at the contents, as you do, when suddenly a blur of fur leapt past me and landed in the fridge.
IN the fridge.
Well, I scooped him out and dumped him on the floor and he gave me "that" look.
I'd spoiled his fun.
He wasn't going to discover the secrets of the big white cold box today.
River wins this round.