Hide and seek

The other night I was happily sleeping on the back of the chair in the living room when I was disturbed by the cries of the furballs. Mommy started calling for them because they will often cry if they are left alone. But this time they didn't come to her calls. So Mommy got up and started searching all over the house. She still didn't find them. She looked outside just in case they had learned to use the kitty door and were stuck outside, but still no furballs. Daddy even got up to look for them. He got out the flashlight and was looking everywhere. We could hear them crying but they couldn't find the furballs. Mommy was freaking out thinking of all the places they could be like under the house (even though the crawlspace doors are all hidden in rooms with closed doors). They started crying very pitifully. Eventually Mommy found them in the closet. They had dashed in there and pushed the door shut behind them, trapping them inside. Now McKenzie and I am smart enough to know how to open the door if we get shut in, but Mommy and Daddy forgot that the furballs are still young and stupid. I just laughed and went back to sleep. It was good joke on Mommy and Daddy.