I want in there.

I don't know what happened to some of my stuff since Rich moved in, but I know it's somewhere around the house.  I'm sure I saw my stuffed owl a couple of days ago, but now I can't find it and I think it may be in Rich's wardrobe.  It looks easy to open the door, but I just can't seem to do it with my paws.  I'm figuring that if I try long enough, the old guy will get off his chair and let me in there.  C'mon Rod, open the door and let me take a look in there.