Trapped: Again.

Woke up to the cat crying at the door.   She got locked in again and didn’t like it one bit.

Normally I tell her that she should just pin the blame on herself for going into a room that she frequently gets stuck in, but she’s stubborn and refuses to take responsibility for her personal choices.

But this time I was still so asleep.   Aware enough that she was there and unhappy, but not alive enough to know I wasn’t really awake yet.   So I told her the most intelligent thing I could, given the circumstances.

“Milkshakes are not intended to contain engine parts, and I refuse to pay for it!”

And I went back to sleep.

That’ll teach her.