My daily fight to leave the house gets more ridiculous every day. The moment he hears me jingling the keys he sits in front of the door. At first I just left quickly. Then I rolled a ball along the corridor and he would jump after it. Now I have to throw a toy really fast and quite long, throw out my bags (I usually carry too) and try to jump after them slamming the door shut before the streak of black lightning whooshes out the door, between my legs and up the staircase.