It looks like a Tuxedo kitteh. I’ve got one that can open doors so we had to change all the doorknobs; they seem to be very smart and bratty.
My girlfriend and I have an adopted Flame Point Mitted Ragdoll cat. We adopted her from a no-kill cat shelter than has six cat rooms. Every night they would do a cat census in each room. . . but the next morning there would inevitably be one room missing a cat and another room with a surplus cat. Each room was closed off from a common hallway with a glass storm door. Every day, this happened., no matter how carefully they counted the night before, the next morning the count in each of the rooms would be down one cat and plus one cat. They could not figure it out.
After several months of this, a shelter board member donated a video security system and had cameras placed in all six cat rooms of the shelter. . . and they got the answer. One cat could climb up, wedging her self against the door jamb, and open the door, escape through the door, then the cat would then go to another room, climb up to the door handle and open that room and go in. Throughout the night the cat roamed as it pleased through the shelter until about a half-hour before the arrival of the first staff member and then it'd stay in whatever room she was in. The cat was a female Flame Point Mitted Rag Doll which they then nicknamed "Houdini!"
They had to buy new locks for the cat room doors that had locks on them. . . LOL!
When we had to put down my girlfriend's previous cat due to FIV, we went to the shelter to adopt a new cat and we selected that cat. . . and they were over joyed that we picked Houdini.
When we got her home, she was quite satisfied, but suddenly my girlfriend started accusing me of leaving the toilet seat up. . . something I am very careful about NOT doing. I would swear I had not left it up. . . and she'd say it was up. Then it was up when I had not used the bathroom. She put it down. Later, while she was doing her hair, the cat came in, opened the toilet, got on the rim, and got a drink! She put her paw under the seat, pushed it up until she could get her head under it, then she'd push it all the way up.
Turns out she wants reasonably fresh or flowing water for her drinking. . . so we got her a cat fountain. No more toilet seat shenanigans.
Turns out she is also an alarm cat. If you don't wake up on her schedule, she WILL wake you up. . . usually by the CATastrophe method of knocking something very noisy off of the dresser, counter, or the wall, or if we had cat-proofed the room, merely loudly wailing until she got the attention she wanted! It took us a while to teach her that 5:00 AM was NOT an appropriate cat time to wake us up.