Sometimes Momma forgets to shut the closet door tight. I am always listening, I know when she goes in there for something, and I know if the door shuts tight or not. If it doesn't, I wait for an opportune time, saunter around, sniffing the floor, looking innocent. Then I will sit down and pretend I am thinking; all this, to throw her off. Yesterday, Daddy went in to get the card table. Precious ran over and told me the door was ajar. We hurried in, doing the best snoop we could. Then the little Squirt got caught when she tried to sneak out. Momma immediately closed the door, shutting me in!!! (I kind of felt like Jodie Foster in the movie "Panic Room.") I cried and cried. I heard Momma say she could swear she heard a kitty crying, far away. One way or the other, I was in truble. She finally figured it out and rescued me. By that time, I was famished and in a crabilated mood. Momma says that closet is off limits cuz the water pump is in there and some electric stuff she doesn't want us kitties messin wif. Well, sorry, too late. There is nothing good in there, anyway. And that, dear kitties, is the story of our day.