Locked in a room

I was in process of killing a mouse this morning--one of my little catnip filled mice that Chief of Staff gives me--the battle raged upstairs and down and back again. I ran from room to room chasing the mouse, catching it and tossing it high into the air. It flew behind the bathroom door, seeking a place of safety.

With me on the premises, there is no safety for these dangerous mice.

I chased behind the door, grabbed the mouse and fought it hard. The door closed, leaving me trapped in the bathroom.

I did not appreciate this. When I was much younger, I was forced to stay for many hours in this small room and though it is well decorated, there is not enough space to stretch my powerful muscles or fighting skills.

So, mouse forgotten, I called to she who is Chief of Staff. But she was asleep. This annoyed me.

Finally, she came to my rescue and opened the door. I scolded her mightily but she, never showing the proper respect, simply said, "Locked yourself in, did you? Be more careful in the future."

I think I will hack up a hairball on her computer chair.