Chapter Four..


Perhaps I should relate here how I was shut in the linen closet.
This is a big house with many odd spots to explore and Gemma and I have managed to find and investigate most, if not all of them... This drives Mom nuts, particularly when she wants to give us a bath or some other unpleasantness. There are also many cupboards and drawers to search, one never knows what one will find so they all have to be covered. This particular occasion I was walking down the hall and spied an open door, it looked interesting so I popped in.. .I was looking about inside when the door was closed... It was dark and I was tired so I settled down for a short nap. I heard Mom looking for me a little later when I woke up but I could not get out, I did not worry much until I heard Dad say, "leave him, he will show up when he wants to."
I wanted to right then and yowled to let them know but they did not seem to hear, eventually I fell asleep again.
The next thing I remember is hearing Dad say " why is Gemma scratching at the linen closet door?" then the door opened and there was Gemma and Mom looking at me as I ambled out somewhat relieved, it seems I had been in there all night.

It was still summer and warm outside with lots of interesting smells to investigate, so, first thing in the morning we wander to the back door and either Mom or Dad let us out, actually they usually say "do you want to go out?"
I mean it is rather obvious what we want or we would not be standing there looking rather desperate, anyway we give them a wink or a nod and they open the door...
However, I will tell you about one particular morning that was quite memorable...

LAMENT ON CONFINEMENT..

'twas Friday morning yesterday when Gem and I set out to play
but then we found all doors were shut and Ma and Pa said, NO!

What's this we asked, we have to go, again the answer was, BUT NO!
You can't go out we are afraid, no running to and fro

Downstairs we went, no exit there so round we turned and up the stair
we headed for the front and rear, no exit could we find

They tell us that the lawns are treated and so, until the weed's defeated
we both are stuck inside the house, they're trying to be kind

They little know of smells out there and what is more they just don't care
so we will have to YOWL a bit to let them know the score

Tomorrow maybe, should it rain, they'll let us out, to ease the strain
I hope the weeds have croaked by then, we just can't stand much more...

Zak