Last night as we were dozing off, I heard Mariah (our cat) squeaking. Sometimes she does that when she is in the other part of the house and feels lonely. I whistle her special whistle or call her name and she comes to find us, lonely no more.
This time she didn't show up but continued squeaking. Half asleep I didn't want to get out of bed, but I did. I searched the front of the house and Mariah was not to be found. Then I heard a squeak again and laughed. I realized that she had been locked in the bathroom and was calling, "Let me out of here!"
In a high voice, I narrated aloud one scenario of what she was thinking: "Oh my. I am locked in here and I am so scared. It is so dark and I am all alone. I am frightened. I am trapped forever. Meow. Meow. Meow!"
Instantly I began a second scenario, "Damn fool. Locked me in here again. How long am I going to have to shout before the dummy realizes where I am? Why is he looking in the living room? If I am smart enough to let them know I'm locked in here, isn't he smart enough to hear that I am calling from the bathroom?"
Then, fully awake by now, I got the giggles. "What?" Gregory asked. "A Tail of Two Kitties" I replied.
"Cities. Goodnight," he said.