My kids may have four feet and fur, but I still have the "Mama gene". That's the one that lets you hear the little voice calling from down the hall, behind a closed door...
We had an overnight guest last night, a friend who was getting a head start on a trip to Southern Calif. Sometime in the night, he got up to use the facilities. Apparently Squirrel wandered into the guest room while the door was open.
Sometime later, I woke up. A moment later, I understood why.
Meooow? Thump!
Oops! Sounds like Squirrel is trapped in the guest room (and banging on the door).
I quietly got up, gently opened the guest room door to a cat-size width and whispered, "Come on out". Sqquirrel came out, gave me a bump, and headed off down the hall. I gently closed the door again and went back to bed.
Our friend asked this morning "Did you let a cat out of my room in the night?" He's a bit hard of hearing and hadn't been sure if he heard a cat or not. But I did.
The Mama Gene - posted by Vicki at Wed, 17 Mar, 13:48 Pacific
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