The perpetrator? One Miss Soozy.
The crime? Walking on me & B while we’re sleeping, 2:00am, 5:00am. Back and forth, up and down. I pet her for a bit, she sits on B, who scratches her chin. She stops and The Puffball starts rubbing her cold, wet nose on any part of Keith not under the covers.
The solution? Soozy’s Time Out Box…a cat carrier.* Soozy associates this box–rightly so–with visits to the vet. Whenever Soozy goes to the vet she gets vaccination shots or in the case of our recent visit…her temperature taken. THAT way. 
Needless to say, Soozy runs and hides at any sight of that box or the sound of the door latch being opened. So at 4:45am Sunday morning, she goes exploring, I fumble my way into the closet, she walks to the edge of the bed, excited that there might be food involved…
I find the box in the closet, which sits on four cases of Teddy Bear Murder CDs I squeeze the door latch with my thumb and index…
And a little shadow darts past me, not to be seen until well after sunrise!
Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same thing when sleep deprived by your fuzzy loved one! And YES, we tried shutting the bedroom door. Most cat owners know how that turned out…meow?
Meow.
Meow???
Meow!
MEOW!!!
*Did you really think I’d punish her by locking her up? For shame!
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