What's New PussyCat Woooowaaaawwwwoooo

Look at it. 

Like butter wouldn't melt. 

5 am. scratchy scratchy scratchy. 

I feigned sleep and let himself get up.  

I heard him go downstairs, open and close the door; come back upstairs, go into the loo, and then...

Scratch Scratch Scratch. 

Both of us up then, where was this scratching coming from? 

She had let herself into the little bedroom, and settled herself in for the night.  The door had closed over and she was stuck. 

I'm glad we heard her when we did!