Mine, too, but it was bathroom doors. Couldn't stand for anyone to close a bathroom door. I'd warn visitors to lock the door but they never believed me until it was too late.
Hugs to lil' Bill and poor kitty.
Our dogs always did that. I think they thought we had an escape exit in there somewhere and were worried we’d disappear sometime. They’d bump the door open enough to peek in. Sometimes both of them (one was taller than the other and they were almost “stackable.” Actually, I really miss seeing their sweet faces peering around the door...
Oh, lordy, I got a story. I moved to PA back in the mid-eighties and moved in with my grandparents, they had an apartment in the back of their house. The only bathrooms were on the second floor of the house. My grandfather had a hard time climbing the stairs so he would take a leak outside. Well, the cold got to him the winter I arrived and he spent a month in the hospital. So my grandparents had a bathroom built in the hallway leading from the kitchen.
So they had some good friends over and they were all in the kitchen and my grandfather, with much fanfare, announced he was going to use the bathroom. He went in and closed the door, and then my cat went and pawed it open for all the company to see him sitting on the throne.