, . , , . . , , . , . , . , 13 . When we were living in Colorado there was snowfall. Our cat Im a cat man wanted to get out of the house so I opened a door for him but he wouldnt leave. Just kept on crying. Hed seen snow before and I couldnt understand it. I kept opening other doors for him and he still wouldnt leave. Then Ginny said, «Oh, hes looking for a door into summer». I threw up my hands, told her not to say another word, and wrote the novel «The Door Into Summer» in 13 days.