So I'm onto round two of the house guests. My cousin Catherine drove up from New Haven last night and ended up in Copley Square, which if you aren't from around here, it isn't anywhere near my house. Ended up talking her through the traffic circles and divergent roads back to my house - didn't get to bed until after midnight - tired!
The question relates to what happened last night. It has been brought to my attention that my cats are like my kids in training. Last night bringing up Catherine's luggage Walter, my little black cat, escaped, but only into the stair well where he couldn't really go anywhere. I left the door ajar while giving my guest a tour of my humble abode. Shortly thereafter I noticed Walter had come back in so shut and locked the door, got ready for bed and crashed. For some reason I couldn't fall asleep right away, being restless, when it hit me - Winston was missing. Let me interject that my cats are like other cats - independent. But my big guy ALWAYS sleeps with me - leaning next to me through the night and he wasn't there! I went and opened my door and there he was, no harm done. But the question remains still - I did lock him out, BUT in my defense I was atuned enough to realize something was up. Really it is a rhetoric question and hopefully I'll make it to bed earlier tonight to be more coherent.
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